Lyrics

Perfect you did it on purpose so I can get the stamp in That's cool Gang No more talking Moncler I ain't gon lie Why would I gang slide on the aye Would you work for it Pedal to the metal I ain't stalling The cars got stars don't need no roof with the stars in it My momma need a new crib Bro daughter need some milk It's red pill or that blue pill and I'll smoke a nigga like loosies Hood designer I'm in Losends Cut em off and move like stealth Ain't no service for my cell up in a cell Do myself a service dolo on my dirt man fuck the jail Can't put faith in no one but me cuz I can't afford to fail Do whatever you want I will never get Ja Ruled And I ain't the one for you to come and lie to I'm like AI with the braids and you niggas Ty Lue I'm the brains of the plans something they can value I ain't wasting my plans or my or waiting my chance still making them fans I got faith I'll take the advance cuz we going long to get it back I'm in the streets I'm not in the Net bars like Talib plays I intercept Holding Holding Hold on it won't no one around showed myself how to manage I'm feeding the fam imma give em the advantage I'm saving them bands only thinking bout expansion Going long blowing strong and my view better up here promise I ain't never landing I can't die this year on my 10 where I'm standing I can't face my fears seeing tears from my family Humble I remain I don't know the price but for fame I'll never change Watch me make a way yea Might take me my whole life but this life you won't take And my focus was off and it wasn't rendering You can't place my face in no unsolved incidents And on my downfall they wishing I know a many men Used to want the hardaways just to get em I penny pinched Givenchy the jacket my chick gotta wagon Hopped up out the Benz truck with G's on the fabric Connected wherever Know your worth cuz you emerging for certain Stay in ya bag it don't gotta be Birkin just keep on building what's working Once you crafted and mastered that endless nights passion don't rest Advice in life won't suffice you need more than talent in rap And in sports and in court and of course if you black I'm the source of the force we on course with the caps I'm bouta bring the cup home I ain't miss a truck load I'm ovechkin with the stick put on my mask for the goal Everlasting loyalty For my dawg pay lawyers fees Showed him how to get hunnids Just to avoid all the police Bags of onions in the Honda just to score Accordingly 3 grams in the 82 I never tore the leaf I toured the seas with the team we hit bitches that's Portuguese I'm bout the cheese out in Philly looking Plein in Phillipe You know the lead we gotta keep and my team it's only 3 Fs4e BTE and my whole family
Writer(s): Jahmal Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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