Lyrics

They aint raise me as no killa Fiends dancing in street it look like thriller Lowkey quiet nigga But im clearly comfortable around them killaz Got a good relationship with all the smokers and the dealers Big rocks on my hand Them bitches dancing like its glitter Dark cloud in the room When i walk in this shit get lit up Money coming in we bust it down Like its a swisher Green light everything This shit don't stick Then its a stick up Hate niggaz who borrow bread And treat like you did something Seen a nigga blow like 20 racks Ain't buy his kid nothing Lil niggaz out here tryna kill Like they gone win something Spent up all his money Now the homie tryna spin something Locked in Baby don't be talking to me crazy i am not them I dont need ya car, a place to stay, or you to spot 10 I already had my life in motion you just popped in Aye lemme cook You smell the rock in it Cant put down the scale My nigga think he play in Narcos Tryna put a laser on that boy Like he a barcode Eating smaller shit thats in the water how a shark grow We gone cut a hole inside the fence They say the park closed Yeahhh Im tryna play now Took up half the bed just counting up She tryna lay down Miss my little thang that used to come in on the greyhound When it come to work this aint no Klarna You gone pay now Say now Why every time i drop Them niggaz drop i thinking they watching A Phoenix with a eagle Fly through here we get to flockin Throwing like McNabb They say im in and out of pocket Tried to run a blitz And my O Line they get to blocking Im with Sixxx and them DA come wit Terror Giddy pull up He got sticks with him Wes was in my class If Head pop out he might got bricks with him Jodie, Chyna, Mudda bring the baddies They got chicks with them Its lit for them Stef, Reemz, Pudge, Jeezy, Stuy I be on either side Chef, Gee, Brown, Borey, Kai We yelling free the guys They already know my old profession I would keep em high Standing over here get you a 1 to 3 or 3 to 5 Sham, Zone, Rell or A might up this shit and spark it I watch Smiley beat a bitch up dont act dumb She go (you cant say that) Me and 40 talk the other day and Baze he hit me up Cant forget the bro when it was smoke and Queezy pick me up Grip me up and if i ever fall Than God a lift me up Almost at the finish line Cant have these niggaz trip me up Or zip me up Trying get rich as fuck Cant be sitting up Try to sit me down Ima send you up
Writer(s): Rakeem Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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