Lyrics

When I got out Will be sad out Just like a bullet from the favorite fire I wont kill it shut up,. shut up Those . doubt it See the jail made me Like I aint coming to platinum numbers Like I aint . for 2 summers Like I aint paid Like I aint . Made the game so trickle . I learnt a move from the best.plus I am . disappear A star career I aint share no tear New 8 months to an year Ill be back and get ill . cashier Fuck some cash . this is a world premier Oh yeah I came . got money I need that. I keep losing them so I can trust . no matter where you put me eventually I just Stay hating on the . always . got no paper . I pull of the cable . next door neighbour . I know how to pursued them .but the police made him. AKA.shit in their mouth You are fucking with a grown man game is over Old time in the hood . true soldiers .spill shit real niggers respect them . get this money now well connected we are showing balls Off the block We are I got nothing else to say That shit is light man
Writer(s): Dieuson Octave, Algernod Washington, Antoine Etienne Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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