No Control

Tryna bring the bread home I'ma needa step on toes But I'mma do it anyways I'm balling, No control Just tryna get the doe Street ain't no friend Zone Street ain't no friend Zone Tryna find my way up I'ma needa step on toes But I'mma do it anyways I'm balling, No control Just tryna get the doe Street ain't no friend Zone Street ain't no friend Zone Lemme tf alone u don't know how I feel Sad to see these young black kings get RIPed Bobbing from the Feds, we sons of anarchy Tryna get on top the food chain hierarchy Oh yeah Ima start with benediction Long we been fighting poverty Anxiety and addiction Still don't get no sober Cuz I know I'm on a mission Going for the win real hard Oh yeah you know That's my ambition yeah Working everyday, even on a weekend I gat fams to feed back at home I gotta meet end Cuz I was nice and soft some people said I got weak And I'm stepping up my game Same people said i got wicked Mama told me watch your back from Gees that's got your back Trust no one son or end up in a body bag Friends turn foes Like virgins turn hoes Keep your circle small boy Do your shit on your own yeah All I need is a microphone A notepad to write a song I'd tell you the life I'm on Come ride along. I don't need no clown on my side no fake in my bottomline So if you ain't talking money, lemme alone Tryna bring the bread home I'ma needa step on toes But I'mma do it anyways I'm balling, No control Just tryna get the doe Street ain't no friend Zone Street ain't no friend Zone Tryna find my way up I'ma needa step on toes But I'mma do it anyways I'm balling, No control Just tryna get the doe Street ain't no friend Zone Street ain't no friend Zone I'm hanging with my Thug niggaz Weeding winning, smoking we gon puff nigga Malowa oh malowa, mashere Pelu trigger Me and my Gees smoking hot Smoking em like cigar Rather go rouge than go broke Mama said I shouldn't hustle that na old folk Moti gbera moyin lowo, eyin slow pokes Emi gbe jet, Elo gbe keke napep Eti mofo Gee I ain't folding Set up me proxy Pour me some codeine Learn me some coding My Ep loading Shoutout to Tozy On the bag close in Do this for life yeah I was chosen Do this for life yeah I was chosen Haters get toxic yeah yeah Oh oh yeah yeah Tryna bring the bread home Ima need to step on toes I'm sorry bro I'm sorry bro Ima needs step on toes I'm balling everyday This ain't no friend zone Go hard or go home Mama told me watch your back from Gees that's got your back Trust no one son or end up in a body bag Friends turn foes Like virgins turn hoes Keep your circle small boy Do your shit on your own yeah All I need is a microphone A notepad to write a song I'd tell you the life I'm on Come ride along I don't need no clown on my side. No fake in my bottomline So if you ain't talking money, lemme alone Tryna bring the bread home I'ma needa step on toes But I'mma do it anyways I'm balling, No control Just tryna get the doe Street ain't no friend zone Street ain't no friend zone Tryna find my way up I'ma needa step on toes But I'ma do it anyways I'm balling, No control Just tryna get the doe Street ain't no friend zone Street ain't no friend zone (Thuggaman Thuggaman) Gee I ain't folding Set up me proxy Pour me some codeine Learn me some coding My Ep loading Shoutout to Tozy On the bag close in Do this for life yeah I was chosen Yeah I was chosen Haters get toxic yeah yeah Haters get toxic yeah yeah Thugga thunder oh yeah yeah Ijoba benzene benzor Kinan wi kinan so Eh Oh oh yeah yeah