Lyrics

I been tryna' stay out of sight I been tryna' win this fight And I keep on stuffing the gas in the papers I feel like it ease my mind Tryna' figure out who on my side Niggas switching them not my guys I been keeping it P and now these niggas watching I'm knowing it been my time I keep it top tier and I'm out of that mix so don't put me in it Now these niggas tryna' catch up but we not playing tag cause nigga I been it Talk about me better keep it official before bullets start blowing out like a whistle Two twenty five I'm pressing my issue I cut on the beat just to clear out my mental Go off the top I ain't using a pencil Lord oh Lord Thankful for the way you treat me Niggas be fake But you the reason that I see it Pain part ways Split the ocean made them believe it Time done changed They can see it through my spirit Ain't no more making minimum wage What the fuck this bitch looking at hey Thanking God for another one day Niggas switching like why didn't you stay Triple all of my pockets I'm paid Niggas sneaky I keep me a blade They be hating no Carti' my face With the gang never ask for a trade Night after night in my car I'm crying these tears I can't let my family down Write out the music I'm hitting the studio never thought they would be bumping me now Why does it seem like the niggas that's working the hardest they got to be put in the Ground God imma' tell you right now I done ordered my steps by you promise you won't let you Down I been tryna' stay out of sight I been tryna' win this fight And I keep on stuffing the gas in the papers I feel like it ease my mind Tryna' figure out who on my side Niggas switching them not my guys I been keeping it P and now these niggas watching I'm knowing it been my time I keep it top tier and I'm out of that mix so don't put me in it Now these niggas tryna' catch up but we not playing tag cause nigga I been it Talk about me better keep it official before bullets start blowing out like a whistle Two twenty five I'm pressing my issue I cut on the beat just to clear out my mental Go off the top I ain't using a pencil Lord Knows my intentions pure but I just want a nigga to play I got niggas hating they keep throwing subs I'm stacking my cheese today I move on my pivot the moment I peep it just like my Dawg say imma' make this shit Shake Shit if they sending shots then I start sending shots I done turned real life to two K That's the sound of the switches Just like monopoly play for the digits Fuck it let me get off it I been moving smart just like Marcus in Boston I been handing out beef like I'm at a market I see that whip I make that boy park it I'm after the green I feel like a Spartan I go to the top I don't need a harness I cut on the beat and then I do spoken word Life been throwing me pitches they come with a curve I don't got to pop it I'm making my moves in silence I'm feeling like Ferb I know these niggas gon' envy They don't want to see me winning I'm stacking my money up ten feet If you really been working you feel me I been tryna' stay out of sight I been tryna' win this fight And I keep on stuffing the gas in the papers I feel like it ease my mind Tryna' figure out who on my side Niggas switching them not my guys I been keeping it P and now these niggas watching I'm knowing it been my time I keep it top tier and I'm out of that mix so don't put me in it Now these niggas tryna' catch up but we not playing tag cause nigga I been it Talk about me better keep it official before bullets start blowing out like a whistle Two twenty five I'm pressing my issue I cut on the beat just to clear out my mental Go off the top I ain't using a pencil
Writer(s): Jamhad Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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