Terry & Meech
2G
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I be seeing a whole lot of mothafuckas talk bout this shit Don't be putting this shit into existence You want that shit you gotta work hard for that motherfucka Shit just don't land in yo hands See us with bread yea that's how that hate start Can't f*ck with niggas cause most em play hard We got shit jumping we stay on they radar And bitches just be on my dick cause they loving the face card (Uh) Shit get deep so I can't be no fool Same old shit I'm tryn see some new Cuz tryna sell me a g twenty six but I'm tryn see wassup with that g twenty two I gotta believe ima make it Bro said stay down boy be patient How long bro cause you know what I'm doing out here and you know that the streets They waiting (Uh) And I got balenci steppas We play the field like chess no checkers Bro out on bond now we closer then ever (Uh) We can't stop cause we giving em hope The internet beefin yea that shit gettin old Opps out here saying leave me alone For a name and some clout it's a shame how they go (Uh yeah) Bro told me the plan and I got the objective When I get rich ima buy my motha a house and a rose gold bust down necklace Working to hard tryn run the whole city We getting money they see and they envy I send some bread to my dawg in that celly Bro out now know he missin his celly Shit get hot I shrug my shoulders when they ask what happen I know some niggas thats living off trappin I got some fans and it's getting cold so my style they gon jacket (Uh) Bust down necklace (Uh) That's how you coming that thang got one in the head I feel like a rocket the way it be Holding a dozen You bout to go broke oh you ain't making no money we the ones coaching the coaches a Thousand plays (Uh) just to make you a hunnit I started this shit just to get rich I ain't stopping for none them niggas be thinking it's track And field in the field I think that we got us a runner (Got us a runner) (Uh) Touch one of my guys bet let's see who the dummest im already knowing lil baby he Ready to slide but this ain't no regular gunna And I ain't no regular rapper saving the people yo neighborhood trapper in love with the Shit man I got a passion shout out P.T we making it happen and now they asking what Happen Money ain't talking it really don't matter A round of applause I might just clap her Them niggas be into that gossip and chatter Niggas be into that gossip and chatter We strike em out like he was a batter My pockets was flat my shit getting fatter I'm high in the sky I feel like Aladdin Under the suit he really a menace Come talk to the man the man of business I'm feeling like raven im seeing the vision They want me to lose just keep on wishing See us with bread yea that's how that hate start Can't f*ck with niggas cause most em play hard We got shit jumping we stay on they radar And bitches just be on my dick cause they loving the face card (Uh) Shit get deep so I can't be no fool Same old shit I'm tryn see some new Cuz tryna sell me a g twenty six but I'm tryn see wassup with that g twenty two I gotta believe ima make it Bro said stay down boy be patient How long bro cause you know what I'm doing out here and you know that the streets Twaiting (Uh) And I got balenci steppas We play the field like chess no checkers Bro out on bond now we closer then ever
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