Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Dav
Rod Dav
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodrick Davis
Rodrick Davis
Songwriter
Chris Eubanks
Chris Eubanks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Eubanks
Chris Eubanks
Producer

Lyrics

Stay low, count doe, gotta hustle no ones gonna do it for you We all going through the struggle. Yeahhhh Stay low, count doe, gotta hustle no ones gonna do it for you We all going through the struggles. Yeahhhh Let's take about depression! Not feeling loved with no protection Lint in yo pokets with no direction! While all yo niggas flexing Do they really love you is the question Them broke days taught me the finest lessons Fuck hugging the block I caress it Knocking the block down like Tetris! I'm well connected like Spectrum! These are my confessions! Real nigga party you can not get in I don't see you a the guest list! I'm sick of niggas say they the goat, nigga love to hang Themselves, I love giving them the rope I use to have a potty mouth mama watched it out with soap I had a split and a glock for I was old enough to vote Have you ever seen a ghost? You a think these young niggas selling cancer The way they giving out smoke Over a lil bit of bread they a turn yo ass to toast! When niggas get done with yo ass you looking like a roast Stay low, count doe, gotta hustle no ones gonna do it for you We all going through the struggle. Yeahhhh Stay low, count doe, gotta hustle no ones gonna do it for you We all going through the struggles. Yeahhhh Let's talk about the struggle no job got it off the muscle Yo life could be in pieces, cause life is really a puzzle As long as you breathing you winning Step Up The Hustle Sacrifice to win my niggaa step out that bubble! Look! When you get on niggas in trouble When they see yo life change n spending it out the duffel Cuban links around yo neck shit might leave a puddle! Have all these hateing ass niggas standing in a huddle I refuse to repeat myself no rebuttal Been picturing success in my head since I was lil Pops told me stack it up stay away from Stuart Littles! Cuz Rex get stitches you sent to the hospital Are you really about it, yeah I doubt, like act like bitchies Can't speak like men so they pout Ima dump the heat but I rather knock a nigga out They type shit on Facebook that a never come out they mouth I never been a drought Stay low, count doe, gotta hustle no ones gonna do it for you We all going through the sTruggle. Yeahhhh Stay low, count doe, gotta hustle no ones gonna do it for you We all going through the struggles. Yeahhhh
Writer(s): Rodrick A Davis, Chris Ebanks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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