Yung Lan on the track
Uh (I got codeine in my bottle)
Pharaoh, why you have to do it to ’em?
Quando Rondo, ngga Hunnid bands for a Kilo, ngga
Only reason why I went on that lick ’cause I got tired of hustlin’
Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin’
Ever since I was lil one, I ain’t had nothin’
Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin’
I know one day I’m gon’ make it ’cause I grind for it
Distance myself from that fake sh*t, I ain’t got time for it
No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh
Tryna stack my money tall like them twin towers
On your block, I make it rain, that’s a bullet shower
I want money and respect, ngga, fck the power
Hundred shooters comin’ silent, that’s a hundred vowels
Tryna get money, ngga, fck these btches In my own lane, yeah, I’m on my road to riches I just fck ’em, then I duck ’em, I don’t love these btches Gave her my heart, she fcked that up, so I don’t trust these btches Plenty times in that cell, I caught a couple cases First day out, no wasting time, I went back to them basics I’m chasing dead faces, I’m feeling be-traited I finally made it, them nggas they hatin’
The fact, damn my name was ringin’ bells
Locked up in that cell, ain’t nobody on me pay my bail
Deep off in that water, I was swimmin’ just like Michael Phelps
Lost my n*gga Quahfee, I swear you ain’t know how it felt
Only reason why I went on that lick ’cause I got tired of hustlin’
Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin’
Ever since I was lil one, I ain’t had nothin’
Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin’
I know one day I’m gon’ make it ’cause I grind for it
Distance myself from that fake sh*t, I ain’t got time for it
No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh
I know lil’ Leaky gon’ kill for me
And I know that Rufus go hard for me
I know that Pac gon’ send shots for me
Do drive-bys out all of them cars for me
OZ’ll take out his heart for me
Kenny did time in that yard for me
It’s a lot of sht Flash taught to me It’s a lot of sht Flash taught to me
If it’s pressure with them nggas, we gon’ gun ’em down When it’s beef, btch, we creep, we gon’ run you down
My favorite alphabet that K, it shoot a hundred rounds
Boom at the blood to cross the mouth about a hundred pounds
Potato on the barrel, swear that it won’t make a sound
And we ain’t squashing sht, you know I’ll lay you down Leave ’em in the lost and found, I’m the sickest in my town It get wicked in my town, so you better not play around And you know we be on that gang sht
Disrespect that gang, swear to God you’ll get your brain split, yeah
R.I.P. Quahfee three times
My n*ggas they with it, we just buried about three nines
Only reason why I went on that lick ’cause I got tired of hustlin’
Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin’
Ever since I was lil one, I ain’t had nothin’
Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin’
I know one day I’m gon’ make it ’cause I grind for it
Distance myself from that fake sh*t, I ain’t got time for it
No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh
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