Lyrics

Woke up tryna slide on the opps
They been talking too much I'm taking everything they got
Why they worried bout me and what I'm doing think you stupid
Needa sit yo ass down go and write some better music
I ain't never waste no money on no bitches
You be doing shitty business you got shit going missing
I ain't even got a dolla but I'm asking bout the ticket
You know he fucked up if he tell me come and get it
Why you running from the enemy boy is you trippin
Let em get a head start ima still catch em slippin
I got Whiteloaf with me and you know we cutting up
Once we pull up at the spot they be like what the fuck
But they hear this shit drop now they tryna fuck with us
I could bring em on a bus fuck it put em on a plane
I been grinding for a minute with it we is not the same
Know its rules to this shit but that's part of the game
I can't tell you bouta thang you be fucking with some lames
Fuck a chain take it to the pawnshop he a stain
Okay came a long way with still a long way to go
And I'll take em by myself before I send em with a hoe
Having dinner with the plug he speaking spanish on a boat
Mothafuckas think they know but they don't know the struggle
Every time I took a loss I kept my head up and I remained humble
I could never try to sit back and watch my people struggle
Even in the winter if I'm broke then ima grab a shovel
I couldn't pass class but I can teach you how to go and hustle
Sorry girl that I ain't got the time to try to sit and cuddle
I rather take my chances in the street and try to make a double
See I fell a couple times but I ain't ever lose the ball and fumble
Ever since a kid I been told practice makes perfect
Waking up going to punch the clock like is it really worth it
It's crazy to say but with this rap shit I think I found my purpose
Mothafuckas think I'm just rapping it's deeper than the surface
Three for twenty it's a Friday night meet me at the circus
Bitch got one time to play with me after that she worthless
Loud stinking up the classroom I think I'm a disturbance
It's time to go so like Eminem bitch ima close the curtains
Written by: Connor Whitehead, Garrett Whitlow, Zack Kodlowski
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