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One nigga told me I wasn't gon' make it and that's motivation I know that one day I'll go to the top, I just gotta be patient If you don't wanna grind, then you ain't gon' make it Shorty was mine, and then she got taken Brodie gon' run in your trap we gon' break in I ball hard like Jayson and Jaylen I ball hard, but I ain't talkin' sports Your boy don't hoop, but he stay on court I remember them days me and xan playin' fort My money so tall, but my bitch so short No Call of Duty, we upping the score Twelve trying to blitz trying to I kick in the door My Mama keep tellin' me, do your chores Like pick up that shit that you see on the floor I used to be suicidal, I don't read the bible but I always pray to Jesus I can give you some work for the low lil' bro but hold up, you don't need it Big T got knocked and then G Dot died he was on the corner bleeding Hit a one two cross take a step back three and I swish now we're leading Shit Fucked up Tito really got three more years cause them pussy niggas pleading If this rap shit pop, swear to God I won't stop until all my niggas eating I still cannot believe after everything I nigga did you really cheated I swear the junkies, they be feening, oh yeah One nigga told me I wasn't gon' make it and that's motivation I know that one day I'll go to the top, I just gotta be patient If you don't wanna grind, then you ain't gon' make it Shorty was mine, and then she got taken Brodie gon' run in your trap we gon' break in I ball hard like Jayson and Jaylen
Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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