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Jus waking up an I'm prayin ain't even wipe my eyes A nigga thankful to see it and get anotha try I been embracing them lessons they blessings in disguise Don't get to low through the lows and high up off the highs The game be testing ya patience i had to learn to wait Before you sit at this table you gotta earn a plate Before you start bussin moves you gotta learn to skate We was out here nothing to lose an tryna make it shake Blood on my nikes I'm runnin but feel I'm stuck in time Been in the dark a for minute jus wanna fuckin shine Now when u see us it's candy blue or it's brandywine On the boulevard we be swangin em make em stand in line Just thinkin bout the shit gon give me the chills Almost better than some pussy when you get you some wheels Only ones that's disagreeing never knew how feels For my niggas on that leather with the Chrome on the grill Them neon lights pin stripes we glowin through the night The life done threw me some rights but i put up a fight Jus doin me an stayin out the hype Don't understand it but i like what i like My shit be supertight Like pimp and the bun underground i done had a run The prodigal son wanted a crown an got me one I'm comin thru the trunk i let it hummm I might jus sell it when a nigga done and build another just for fun We really on the slab these rappers always talkin bout some shit they never had Ain't never seen em on the Ave Ain't addin up and shit i did the math This present tense and also talkin past I hear em talkin an i laugh U see me flippin by jus chunk a deuce I'm gonna swang till them 2 prongs is loose Ain't neva lied jus told em truth I hit the joint it and let it out the roof It's documented if you want the proof Just Grippin wood and sippin juice Talking fly but it's not in ya spirit don't wana hear it Kickin in the clutch drop it down and i 3rd gear it Even with that reaching they neva be comin near it Heights ain't never fear it a hurdle im gonna clear it 24 the vette heard em say im stunting i ain't started yet Flippin thru the City wit a bitch u thought was hard to get U gettin no respect sf90 novitec Tryna get the rari turn this rappin to some Hova checks Tee time right at the sunrise Im dumb high Only truth ain't told em one lie don't cross the gun line Niggas stuck off ballin one time bet those was fun times It's how i do not how i done mine it's only some blind The rest'll see it. chef up in the kitchen ima recipe it Flyest nigga up on that stage who knew that Les would be it A ninja hiding in the shadows bout to make the kill I'll pay the bitch to get the fuck from round me while u split the bill
Writer(s): Lester Matthews Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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