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Trushun Gordon
Trushun Gordon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donn Suave
Donn Suave
Producer
Oz
Oz
Engineer

Lyrics

We don't want no static, just don't fuck with us Just wanna count away my pain in a Bentley truck Working smarter, fuck the feds, ain't no stinging us At the venue, paid advance with my heater tucked I know that if I wasn't that nigga, they would love me less The day your coffin hit the dirt, I felt it in my chest Mama couldn't keep us from thugging, but she did her best The bread ain't shit, it cost some pain to buy these new baguettes I feel like Dirk, this shit a family, it ain't bout no set We put you under granny garden for your disrespect That money coming, I can't lie, now I don't see shit else I come from nothing, I'm a hustler, I can't be shit else Some days I'm feeling low, but I be flyer than an eagle Can't wife a basic hoe, ain't got no purpose, I don't need her R.I.P. my people, disrespect them, you gon' meet them Drop a bag on my promotion, I ain't thirsty for no features Know they hate me, but it's all good The AK polished like a casket, bruh, it's all wood Them bougie bitches turn to groupies when the sauce good I'm in a sprinter full of killers, wishing y'all would Doing all the shit you hating niggas, wishing y'all could Money conversations Knew this was a gamble when I chose it, I'll take it Remember serving grams, now we living on vacation Should I rethink some decisions? I don't know, I'm still debating You can't get rich if you die first Got out that bottom, but I damn near lost my mind first I know they hate to see me shine, it make they eyes hurt Ain't shit for free, don't let them tell you what your time worth I told my girl if she keep digging, she gon' find dirt If I wasn't that nigga, they would love me less The day your coffin hit the dirt, I felt it in my chest Mama couldn't keep us from thugging, but she did her best The bread ain't shit, it cost some pain to buy these new baguettes I feel like Dirk, this shit a family, it ain't bout no set We put you under granny garden for your disrespect That money coming, I can't lie, now I don't see shit else I come from nothing, I'm a hustler, I can't be shit else Don't say shit that you can't stand on I'm from the block, but I'm in Frisco shopping grand homes I ain't no duck, I keep a thot bitch in the fan zone Can't let them trap me, had to learn to keep my pants on You ain't that nigga if you can't go get your mans on I never been complacent I really hate attention, but it kill me feeling basic They swear they showing love, but you feel it when they hating Should I rethink some decisions? I don't know, I'm still debating I know that if I wasn't that nigga, they would love me less The day your coffin hit the dirt, I felt it in my chest Mama couldn't keep us from thugging, but she did her best The bread ain't shit, it cost some pain to buy these new baguettes I feel like Dirk, this shit a family, it ain't bout no set We put you under granny garden for your disrespect That money coming, I can't lie, now I don't see shit else I come from nothing, I'm a hustler, I can't be shit else
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