Lyrics

Say pass me my cup right quick Ight I been rolling through the streets, and I been clutching on my heat If a nigga think I'm pussy, try ya luck bitch come and see Tryna be a millionaire but all these niggas they deceiving I feel like they envy me, they don't want me to succeed I Don't call myself a rapper but, I been walking on these beats Some might say I'm Michael Jackson, how I'm sliding through the streets All these dead niggas in my lungs, bitch I'm to loaded, I'm to geeked Tryna be rich as hell, time a tell, just wait and see Yea I know I'm next to blow, Yea I'm just waiting on my time And yea I know I'm getting older, time is money, don't waste my time All that shit I did in the past, yea it's done can't change back time Come up running I bust ya mind, take off running I blow ya spin All my niggas out they mind, and they be itching for a hat Niggas doing all that hiding, pussy bitch like where you at I been tryna up the score, all this smoke got to many hats Everyday we smoking sixty four, that's that exotic pack Everyday we steady lurking, tell them niggas come outside Tell the police draw the chalk, these niggas ain't tryna die Up the score steady spinning, till one of they family die Don't give a fuck bout no mercy, ain't show none when my potna died. I been rolling through the streets, and I been clutching on my heat If a nigga think I'm pussy, try ya luck bitch come and see Tryna be a millionaire but all these niggas they deceiving I feel like they envy me, they don't want me to succeed I Don't call myself a rapper but, I been walking on these beats Some might say I'm Michael Jackson, how I'm sliding through the streets All these dead niggas in my lungs, bitch I'm to loaded, I'm to geeked Tryna be rich as hell, time a tell, just wait and see Been out the way and I been stacking, tryna keep my head on All these niggas steady dissing, I know they wanna see me gone Up the sticks we steady spinning, til I bust that nigga dome Niggas don't wanna see me winning, snakes in disguise and that's so wrong Niggas playing in disguise, all that fake shit Ian with it Niggas steady talking down, pull up to him with them extensions We gone X that nigga out, fuck his frame we crop em out Yea fuck his frame we crop em out Two K Trey that be my gang, say it's up, you know we with it
Writer(s): Trey’len Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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