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Like for what. Like ... what do you get out of it? Wha what do you get out from being tough? (Ahahahaha) I'm serious though. I said I do this from the belly draft king Used to chase for women then women turned into distractions and bills I used to take flights walking in Customized jays... To running a business following partnerships In grace When getting the bag All of the rules seem to fade Don't need the police but find them sitting at my estate . It's dark it's cold And friends of mine I used to chill with, Going a route to no mans land and fold... I rather get busy then taking life in as a joke I see them pretending don't think I peep but yeah I know... Just give em a thumbs up support in the journey Like back in the days when I had fueds with a Kearney Ahhhh lawd... That's a story I don't need to get into I washed hands and dried like employee sign restrooms It's mint... Dapper of me... Weight above the shoulders when you course carrying teams It's a reach when them niggas say they do way better Collect call center bars with no real message... Choppa and small hand guns cars they'll never sit in Designer clothes,Jacob watches, Returned yeah. I beg to differ you seeing me that's a height joke One hit of singing janelle that's a tightrope You boys should fall in a line I said the time was up 2 years ago... And now you really ran up all your time...? Disturbing the peace like now you owe me for my time... The lemon is sour but not as bitter as the lime I said I need every penny for my time... So add that percentage when you read 99 point 99... Issa fluke Issa fake Im not impressed With none of you sucka hataz Goodbye Cadet ... Your basic training is over It's not for you ... Now I can see just why you look what i could do... I've been outta reach They get vindictive cause of speech and I promise, On my life I'm not the one they wanna answer to Yeah... I said ... Uh. I said do this from the belly Said I do this from the belly Yeah ... Yeah ... Yeahh . Yeah. Aww... Too clocked in Mutha fuck a friend Only thing I'm worried on No accomplishments Only thing I'm worried on Is really tryna live Forgive me I been working on it big This is my last year ... To do ... What I said I'm gonna do... This is my last year ...
Writer(s): Da-quan Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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