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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Howard
Songwriter
Lyrics
Gotta have that
Yea
Gotta have that
Word
Huh gotta have that
Yea
Word
I can't have my hand out
I rather get up and get it
But you niggas rather live
Off the shit that they giving
Can only make it so far
Until yo wheels stop spinning
I never had training wheels
That's why I always been different
Gotta separate yo mind
When you dealing with mine
Mankind even told me
Man you one of a kind
I rally race inside the game
Just to hit finish lines
And I can run the whole time
Without passing batons
I'm breaking news
With breaking rules
I break into anybody who got it
Can't afford to lose
Can't nobody tell me shit
On how to win or lose
I took a loan outta my life
Just to pay my dues
Half you niggas in the game
Got ya' life confused
You let money think you hard
Until yo life get removed
Just hoes in big homes
With a rich attitude
Can't spell home without hoe
That's forever yo mood
I treat this shit like I'm a chef
The way I'm cookin' you next
Janitor size guns
But I'm making a mess
For any nigga
Talkin' crazy out the side
Of they neck
I cut the check
And get you checked
You disrespect me
I wild out
I got too many techs
Ya' whole gang full of snitches
You got too many refs
See you hype yourself up
Like you a real life threat
While police killing niggas
Taking too many breaths
My nigga
They was killing niggas
Even way back when
And they still killing niggas
Like they did back then
Telling us to get over it
Like they making amends
We can't move pass shit
If its still happening
He, she, we
You getting off scot free
But that shit would be different
If that shit was me
Less than 24 hrs
Charged with 1st degree
Get sentenced to life
With another life slapped on me
All these other niggas
Is the quiet type emcee
With no offense
Like Pat Beverley
Like two lesbians
You won't fuck with my D
Can't tweet about the king
Unless you going at me nigga
All these muthafuckas
Gotta come pass me nigga
Let the gun blaze
If the gun at me nigga
Cops pull you over
End in trigger squeeze
I'm praying for release
I'm screaming on my knees
I'm so tired
They got murder in they eyes
Let us live our lives
Too many homicides
I'm so tired
They got murder in they eyes
Let us live our lives
Too many homicides
They hang us up on chains
(Chains)
And let us hang
(Hang)
400 years of pain
(Pain)
Say our name
(Name)
They hang us up on chains
(Chains)
And let us hang
(Hang)
400 years of pain
(Pain)
Say our name
(Name)
Say our name
(Name)
Say our name
(Name)
Writer(s): Ryan Howard
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