Nigga Got Sick
James Nutz
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A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once I went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way I can get money the same A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once I went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way i can get money the same Yeah, yeah Ok, this shit crazy They f*ck up the bag like they hate me I face it, like f*ck em, they shady I still got the water, I work for the navy Old money like 80's I rock em like babies I'm tied in no laces, I'm chewing no braces Whip the dope like I'm racist She stuff it, no patience Hide the babies like Casey Got low's in the basement I know my scale aching I see what it's taking I just got my box in Was in the pin sellin Suboxone's Came home fucking bitches I'm Toxic She gave me some head so I know she acknowledge me Trap doing numbers I say trigonometry Plug he so proud of me Know that I'm proud of me Making these plays and I do this shit privately Just off of my phone got me up to my highest peak If I don't answer my fiends coming after me I can feel the hate after me Imma take it head on like a accident You can look me up It ain't no Cap in Shit If I burnt a bridge it wasn't a accident I was lit, yeah when the package land? I can't f*ck witchu if you wasn't made for this I'd never show you money quick That's the way a nigga back door you bitch A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once I went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way I can get money the same A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once i went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way I can get money the same The hate get me outta line Then I Switch lanes I keep it a hunnid like you keep the change I got it on sight like I shoot at the range And every watch flooded from living so plain Not taking the hate It Can't f*ck with my gangs I say it's all four of us, is that a gang? Count, all up a hunnid but won't show a thing But stay with them sticks so you know how we bang We gotta stay focused, we stepping like soldiers My first watch a Rollie I heard you be coaching You see how I approach it I got it, it's over We all got the motion, the money just floating I don't wear no chokers, but got the game choking I'm catching your bitch, got me out here wide open You owe me some money I'm fucking her slowly I whisper in her ear, yo baby dad owe me We be even in the morning, I wake up counting money while I'm yawning Keep my shoes on I f*ck her, damn I'm ornery Lock the door but I still keep it on me Call on my name, I be gone by the morning I gotta hit a lick I'm already driving Can't trust nobody I'm still out here sliding I was down broke now I'm up and that's honestly Yeah A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once I went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way i can get money the same A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once I went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way I can get money the same A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once I went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way I can get money the same A nigga got sick Had to change up my taste And once i went broke that had changed up my ways You f*ck up my bag, that's a slap in the face I feel like niggas want me catch a new case Can't get my hand unless we shoot the fade I been in the field, I can hiss out the snakes Sometime it's your people who give the most hate But Either way i can get money the same
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