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Yeah, look, do this shit for my motherfuckin' momma My sister, my grandmother, man All my niggas gone, in jail Everybody depending on me, man Shit, y'all don't even understand Look All my life (all my life), I had to fight, that's why I sip the purple (I sip the purple) Smoking OG, tryna get to me some Oprah money (Oprah money) Young nigga don't put nothing but family over money (over money) But ain't that funny how your family fuck you over money? Take the food right out ya mouth like they weren't over Sunday (damn) I spit that real shit, ain't no exaggerations or nothing (grrah) I been through it, I get through it, no excuses, just get to it I get smarter, I go harder, I'm into it I remember momma mad at me, she found out I was smoking weed (smoking weed) Now when my momma hear my voice outside, she know it's me (know it's me) She never thought I'd get from over east to overseas (nah) But I gotta stay in the States 'cause I'm still fighting cases (fuck) I swear them crackers try they best to bring you back to basics (back to basics) Don't wanna see you shine, they hate to see you grind Smile all in ya face, but they can't wait to see you cryin' (cryin') No hater, you can't bring me down but yeah, I see you tryin' (yeah, I see you tryin') I'm in that Hemi flyin' (yo), smokin', thinkin' 'bout my niggas gone and doing time (doing time) I keep in touch with my all my niggas, yeah, they doin' fine (my niggas) Free Gillie, free Maneski, free James, free Bruce, free the gang Celebratin', all my niggas, we got chains, but we ain't changed (we ain't changed) Still the same, only thing we see different is the lanes (yeah) Niggas switch up just to get to mine (get to mine) These niggas quick to switch up, I ain't with that pickin' sides (nah) All my brothers still my brothers, good or bad, right or wrong (yeah) We get jammed up, bet my brother do his bid, ride along (yeah) That's that shit, I wouldn't trade it for a million bucks (million bucks, nigga) How the fuck you eat with niggas you can't even trust? (Can't trust, nigga) It's this bitch named Karma, and she mean as fuck (mean as fuck, nigga) Do enough dirt and watch the score gon' even up (gon' catch up) I'm in the booth, it's 5:00 a.m., you ain't even up (catch up, nigga) I might not leave 'til nine to ten, I gotta clean it up (hah) This shit too easy, don't believe me? You ain't seen enough (seen enough) It's G Herbo, I'm the hottest, I'm just being honest (I'm just being honest) I swear I say that shit so much that I can't even stop it (can't even stop it) If I tell you my next move, you can't even stop it (can't even stop it) And this bad bitch I'm with look Belizean tropic They can't keep up, I might start rappin' 'bout some easy topics, nigga (nigga) Gotta go hard man, PPP R.I.P. Pistol P, man R.I.P. to all my niggas, man "Ball Like I'm Kobe, The Mixtape" comin' real soon You already know man, it's just workin' man, nonstop man (nonstop man) Fuck all that fuck shit (fuck all that fuck shit) Gotta get money, huh Yeah Let the beat sing
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Michael F Hernandez, Jakhari Soloman Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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