Lyrics:
trying to get a slice of the bread
Ni reap off my sweat and the blood that I bled
Sidai ku turn red kama vile did Ted
He got traced by the fedz aka filliwa
case filled our cars up half the real thing half our tributes
Each band would cover the range of their singer the local clubs were our refuge
Find our
Blood, we don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the VIP surrounded by
niggas remember that
I'm the one hopped on that track and told niggas to stop the cap
Told them boys, keep it a band, if you talking, then speak the facts
They wanna reopen where I've bleeded
But I've bled too much so I'm dreaming
That I'm in heaven eating lunch with the King and
He's telling me that I
Gotta finesse til I win turn a trick to to a hoe house
I’m grindin' my goal is to get it
I’m in a rush, so I had to bag up at my bitch crib
By any means
(Yeah)
Blood in the ville (Woah)
No, I know your loving ain't real (No)
You just want me for the mils (Cash)
You just want me for the wok (Wocky)
Can't
Eviction notice served right
Hit for a band by the master got his clear sight
Satan be hating cause I pay no mind
Yeah my momma told me God is good
I said
them bands I get too many hands
Ain't had my back so nigga don't bro me
Ran outa options nigga don't call me
My niggas is balling, balling
Sip on that
alone I fear
Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes
my dick like a wand
Think that I’m Harry the dirtier kind
Louie Vuitton it was all by design
Backseat getting nasty like everything ok
Blue face
the scat, you can hear that bitch comin'
30 walk through with five bands on him just for nothin'
Lately, we been droppin' shit back-to-back, we like stuntin'
new fans
Real deal slime, got diamonds on my hands
Real shooter time, I just made a hundred bands
Lost one friend and I gotta advance
Young rich
top tho
That hoe she got top knock dome
U don't even got a home
U couch to couch what's goin on
I'm a real nigga
U ain't never did no drill nigga
Ion
I got friends I got foes I got family
I got aquaintences who say they got that remedy
A billion people on this earth know my legacy
And what they
by day
Gyal arching her back for a real badman
No gun when I work this wap
Yh I just toook an L this year
No way, on God imma make that back
An eye for
some real moves, spot to spot
Gotta stay low from the police, don't really hide
Pick that boy off on my phone, that's a fuckin' doubt
The whole thing,
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
count up these bands can't hear what you saying
I stand by my lonely can't rock with no friends
On the family involved I'ma show you how to ball
I can
Impressed and you say wow get pressed by the pay now
Cause I got that money to blow in your face sound
I got the money to blow in the bank now
Way that flow I
imma keep her I don't need her I'm a Savage ya
If he touch lil k garuntee that they gone blast it
And I doubled up from nothing now my bands need new
Never ask me bout whereabouts
Because if I'm in the trap ima clear it out
If I wore it once, then I wore it out
This that blood money lemme throw it
This real talk type shit, I swear to God
We just don't call this shit drink, you know I'm sayin'?
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch,
Tres Leches
Wet cake Tres Leches
It's good it's real good that good good
Tres Leches
Wet cake Tres Leches
Wet cake Tres Leches
He want that wet
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