I’m just saying, like, what you gon’ be like that your whole life?
Yeah, p#ss# n#gg#, yeah
[Don’t play with him
You don’t work you don’t eat over here baby
Mildew or barbeque
Hoe up or blow up
Huh, f#ck you gon’ do mane?
Yeah, n#gg# had to lose something, like what you gon’ do? I mean
You won’t make it on this side if you don’t lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon’ be a long story
My b#tch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I’m so in my glory
I gotta’ thank god for the real n#gg#s, strip clubs, and bad b#tches
Do heavеn got a spot up there for trap n#gg#s?
I eat еvery meal like it’s my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna’ make sure my child is a born winner
If you don’t live two steps ahead of the game then you already lost
You gon’ have to make some work before you make yourself a boss
This life what you make it
I make something shake, I don’t get risky, I just take it
This life about chances
We don’t get questioned cause’ n#gg# we the answers
Every n#gg# around me is on go, so how is we gon’ stop
Clipped a couple extra n#gg#s cause’ they ate before the plot
Good advice is just advice but this advice might save your life
You won’t make it on this side if you don’t lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon’ be a long story
My b#tch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I’m so in my glory
I gotta’ thank god for the real n#gg#s, strip clubs, and bad b#tches
Do heaven got a spot up there for trap n#gg#s?
I eat every meal like it’s my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna’ make sure my child is a born winner
It’s hard to explain but it’s easy to be real
If you ain’t been inside my shoes you wouldn’t know nothing how I feel
Gas your shooter like a killer, that could get your shooter killed
Put em’ on ice, we could get your whole block chilled
And honestly, we preach positivity but tote Glocks
Shit, we could take it there but we know you gon’ call the cops
Don’t get out of body, get inside your bag and use your mind
If it’s you then it’s you just take this sh#t and don’t ask why
You won’t make it on this side if you don’t lose that pride
I got racks in my head, determination in my eyes
Thumbing paper, pouring lines, this gon’ be a long story
My b#tch heaven sent, I bless the streets, I’m so in my glory
I gotta’ thank god for the real n#gg#s, strip clubs, and bad b#tches
Do heaven got a spot up there for trap n#gg#s?
I eat every meal like it’s my last dinner
Born sinner, tryna’ make sure my child is a born winner
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