Lyrics

I got my money up then started losing my friends Got better relations with ends My niggas gonna ride we gonna end up repenting our sins We slide got my shooters in Benz I got the lead tucked in a front and the back since Y'all wore out my patience it's thin You niggas ain't real you niggas be acting real bent The fake shit I can't comprehend I go to war bout my brothers We kin but we got different mothers We'll make ya ass dance like you usher Never could trust her She wanting my paper in clusters I told her to catch up like mustard I been bout that money ain't never ever been a buster My nigga I came out the gutter Life is a bitch so I fuck her She feeling me cause i go hard I'm a hustler Bitch I was chosen Baggage ain't claimed but its open Gave the game dozens of roses I got the token Hammer on me bitch I'm totin Can never be safe in the open Wounds was reopened Smoking that ganja its potent Can't fix what could never be broken If you in the way, I'm running you over like rodent's I'm known just to live in the moment Niggas be playing Can tell that you fake by a glance You niggas real little like ants You holding no weight like a gram Can't see all the cards in my hand You won't understand I been through it all Never could play in the sand The real ones they get what I'm saying The streets ain't a game Its really supply and demand You niggas ain't got the command Nigga I aim for the top I'm hustling ain't never gonna stop Niggas keep playing I'll open up shop You ops couldn't take what I got I work too hard to be coming up short from my blessings I be too humble for stressing I get to the cash that shit just be feeling refreshing I flip it and double in seconds I got my money up then started losing my friends Got better relations with ends My niggas gonna ride we gonna end up repenting our sins We slide got my shooters in Benz I got the lead tucked in a front and the back since Y'all wore out my patience it's thin You niggas ain't real you niggas be acting real bent The fake shit I can't comprehend Free my lil bro P-Lo He got it together for real that's my key note Fuck with my bro if you want I'll have the 9 singing that song like a C-Note I'm changing the channel like remote I'm snatching up cards act weird you get revoked We straight out the six ain't no games round here A nigga get clapped that's a demote I'm fighting them demons I get the guap every season Play and my niggas get even Ain't talkin Steven We getting paper for reasons Mine stick to me like adhesion Niggas be trading like treason Niggas be beggin and pleadin Ain't got the same type of breedin Waking the niggas that's sleepin I'm way ahead of you niggas it ain't no competing I came up from nothing You niggas gonna hear how I'm coming I'm wantin it all Don't do this for nothing Nigga I really be cutting I'm wanting to ball Niggas they hating I see the envy they hurt They want me to fall I keep it moving I'ma just weather the storm I'm standing real tall Niggas they counted me out and they must've miscounted and i'ma keep saying it I'm hearing the critics but that shit be making me better I'm just replaying it I got my mind on the money and nothing can stop me I'm feeling rejoiced You niggas be hating and that ain't the best looking trait so I'm blocking the noise I got my money up then started losing my friends Got better relations with ends My niggas gonna ride we gonna end up repenting our sins We slide got my shooters in Benz I got the lead tucked in a front and the back since Y'all wore out my patience it's thin You niggas ain't real you niggas be acting real bent The fake shit I can't comprehend You niggas be fake for real Niggas just wantin my place for real Better get out my face for real I know you be talking to jakes for real I ain't going for nothin I know these niggas be bluffin Ain't none of these niggas I'm trustin Ain't getting no money they worried bout cuffin The bitches gonna come if you bussin If you turnin ya back it ain't no going back You gonna watch me succeed from the stands I'm turning it up my mind on attack These niggas ain't really my mans I'm wanting the bands want my money in stacks You niggas wont ruin my plans I could never fall off gotta stay on the track You niggas be stuck in a trans I got my money up then started losing my friends Got better relations with ends My niggas gonna ride we gonna end up repenting our sins We slide got my shooters in Benz I got the lead tucked in a front and the back since Y'all wore out my patience it's thin You niggas ain't real you niggas be acting real bent The fake shit I can't comprehend (yeah)
Writer(s): Jazmine Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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