Lyrics

It was like Quarter past nine when shawty walked in Booty fine as hell and I saw she had a friend Prolly from the city bet she fuck for a buck fifty Even tho she lack goals something bout her stuck with me It's the struggle that encourage me Even when I'm flipping dirty packs There was more for me Felt like I was taking out the trash But I'm in my new bag New class, new friends Guess it ain't that bad Bitches love my flow But They be jocking it Something bout this motherfucking hope They can't copy it Tryna reach these goals You afflicted by these hoes Worried bout these bitches Or yo' wrist ain't getting froze Like extras Man I'm tired of the flexing Any setback went and found a new direction Too bad all this wealth Won't find its way to heaven I been waiting like all year I channeled my aggression cause I was worried bout' the past So I keep on nodding off Numb myself to pain What I'm used to after all Everybody same Why we argue just to solve Better pave the way For the kids after us, us, us us So Said I'm losing trust since you went and cut me off Better luck with robbery I keep it on the side of me And if you got a problem be We shooting back like Osama be Quarter past nine when shawty walked in Booty fine as hell and I saw she had a friend Prolly from the city bet she fuck for a buck fifty Even tho she lack goals something bout her stuck with me It's the struggle that encourage me Even when I'm flipping dirty packs There was more for me Felt like I was taking out the trash But I'm in my new bag New class, new friends Guess it ain't that bad
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