Lyrics
I'm always wo's of
ways I met the street
It taught me everything I wanna was andess
and I need it taught me these $0's or
reliability Put some glue and Steve's
mmings and show me how to get that pay
for that check of the cheese
I didn't need to switch in the time I need
He needs to sign you out, they got secret beef
He said, but I could build a tins in and all the kicks
No doubt that shit really bought me
Yeah, yeah
No, they say Tommy but hell figure
I can lock a track, go get that poor more killer
You in the field with them real killers
I ain't go to war, but I still serve, I got real
It's your finger, it's your daily baddest I already bought
Look at your snap, I ain't talkin' chat
And they be ratin' on their partners as well
I been short, they be fuckin' 100 **** go to jail
And that silks, cursein' by the bitch, no one down
Well, she out here, she in those streets though
Playing for keeps, we don't need her
Shout-in' her pack of cheetos, reados
Cause I don't want them, you're pictures, baby
Now go ahead and enjoy the moment
Molly chasing out the best
And out the bitches on the road of redemption
My ****, I gotta get a set of gold
And I'ma finish creep off it, I'm always sinning
Swear to God, you gon' win this delirge that I be spitting
Yeah, yeah
I know they cannot stop me
I'm taking chances from the dice, I'm playin' this game
I'm a knobbly, yeah
I know they tryna blow me
But what's a pawn to a tinger on my queen
They be blockin'
Life is like a game of chance, you gotta play your best
And every move like consequences, gotta pass a test
It ****, they be tryna stop me when I'm with my best
I'ma check me
I'ma run up to them at the street, talk me
Everything I want is a set of days
And don't be alone, I'm gonna go and lead
And show me how to get that paper that's out of that tin
And show me how they need them, which ain't a nominee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Cali Finesse