Lyrics

Yeah, uh huh Let's get it Ain't nothing like the grind and seeing how your hard work pay off You never take a day off and ball like the playoffs Anybody frontin' you know these things gonna spray off Motherfuckers thought they knew me but nah they just way off Niggas show they cards, yapping out the mouth And quick to talk about a life they ain't even 'bout Wonder why niggas try'na run up in they house Gotta do your math on a bitch before you pick a spouse Some of these hoes straight nut rags And have you tied up in the crib butt-ass Shit be so real, I be dead-assed 24-7 yeah, I was built to last Get money give a fuck how a hater feel My team give it up out here and straight real We take care of our own and never pop off Cop a bar motherfuckers knock a block off Got to do what you got to do, I hear that When them things cock back you better hear that Niggas want they block back, yeah I hear that Niggas dead on that, did you hear that? X2 I got another thing for money and can't nobody change that feeling People see you on top, some of them'll catch feelings Middle finger up to the sensitive Go fuck yourself, dose of your own medicine I'm on a cheddar binge, never was I settling for less Cause anything less is just stress Fuck distractions and the company you keep We play for keeps, fuck you and your little beefs Trying to grab at something your arms can't reach? are the places me and my niggas feast We don't go hard, we beast Hopefully you could leave in one piece 'Fore this shit get deep Niggas dig they own grave like it's part of their belief So I say rest in peace See you bitch-ass niggas when you try to come at me Never gave a fuck how a nigga felt Bout my paper, big H, you know how it's spelt Hustle the shit out this hand I was fucking dealt And it's all about the team, we don't go for delf X2
Writer(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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