Lyrics:
meditating coz there's too many things in my mind
I do need a break homie
I just told my n****s we gone get any s**t
That we want along as we keep going
Know it's been awhile now
Since I've been doin' my thing
Swear they gon' know my name
I'm back up on my pivot
N****s they ain't listen
I never let
not 80s
You know that style is outdated
They gone run when s**t get real
N****s not real as they appear
Know you ashamed when you look in the mirror
Did
Don't waste your breath on me
Calling my phone like what you need
How many b****'s want Hennessy
How many n****'s don't f**k with me
Guess a n***a
you n****s pocket watching so I got to switch my routes
You perpin for the gram b***h we do this on the regular
Ain't talking hunnits you can't get up
beef I put'em on the slap
Rap n****'s kill'em on the beat I hit'em with a jab
Bad n****'s I know lil n****'s that ah whoop the staff
Last night I think I
the meantime between time
Have n****s dialing back like Uno reverse card
No dialing machine, have your whole life pulling the reverse card
Insert card, now you
I don't sleep in the night
I don't fiend for a light
Last time a n**** smoked it was laced
Outta spite
Seen n****s I've known sippin' lean
Outta
it gotta prove it
We on that Monte Video
New Wave Barbosa
Pretty women in the carro
She want a sip of the Sopa
N*s knowing that I'm slazzy
That's just
know how you doing
N****s never really care how you doing
Point 5 on the dime
In the land of the point 8s
N****s moving up to grams
No trouble with
my people getting work just to eat cuz you know they don't hire n-s with felonies
This is for the soul
This is for the goal
This is for my people
Olha só como ela joga
Ela sabe que ns faz vrum vrum vrum sente o peso do grave na roda
Faço essas bota
Eu só make money
Eu conto essas nota faço Money
This rap s**t is something I'm not having trouble wit
My n****s pushing me they telling me this s**t a hit
Yeah
Sushi for lunch
While I roll me a blunt
rod on me
N****s throwing dirt all on my name
It get so muddy when it rain
I swear shit ain’t been the same
Since them n****s went and changed on me
I feel like Tony Montana with his face in the coke
For all you n****s plotting on me I see yo face through the scope
I feel like George and Diego
to get it on my own chus they ain’t give me no help
The same n****s did me wrong said it’s wrong how I left
Settling for less I couldn’t settle for less
I'm Tony Montana
You f**k wit meYou f*****g with the best
Why these n****s goofy cappin
Pain, pain
Skirt
I chase that I chase that
I chase that I
Damn, smoked a pack it was his fault
And a bitch tryna talk, tell her bitch ass to get lost
Make 'em sit down and criss cross
N****s be thinking they
to the left
Me and my n****s on the right side
Swear these n****s used to flex
Now their b*****s wanna ride or die
Never ever gon quit, I just wanna make
The beat cartel
Got that hustler hand book for you
Rule one never let them n****s know yo' biz (nope)
Two don't hesitate to cut a n***a loose
Three
pop them
Baba God abegi bless me o (Amen Amen)
Make them no dey test me o (Amen Amen)
Pull up to a n***a if you vex me o (Amen Amen)
These n****s
Yeah, yeah, ayy, hmm, hmm, hmm, mm-hmm, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
wood to the face now im gone
Swear to God these n****s my clones
Pop me a perc now a nigga
Full throttle on they bitch ass
I can never be a sucker n***a cause The real last
Have a hard time trusting n****s Cause they switch fast
All you
pullin' off in SRTs
Fuck subliminals, all my n****s creep, none of us don't tweet
Only winners at the table so you know I took a seat
Gave my young boy half
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