Lyrics:
the steps and crossed that line
I learned what it meant by "money is time"
So keep up my grind, you wasting my time
This shit is mine, you stay on my mind
Uh,
reflective
Of what I see goin' down everyday
My brothers and my sisters gettin' played
So we revert 2 committin' dope, many brothers get hurt
By another
reflective
Of what I see goin' down everyday
My brothers and my sisters gettin' played
So we revert 2 committin' dope, many brothers get hurt
By another
savin' for
My only fear is going broke
I don't wanna sell my soul
Haters tell me stop I go
When they tell me stop I go
Gotta get these demons off me
I
wanted a Benz
I hope my mama forget shit that I did
She ain't expect from a kid
It's just the way that it is, stick to your biz
'Fore you start
time
To get low though
Pop out, hop in the whip
And there go my shorty
Yea she look fire
Pass me that forty
Then she get goin
Ya we dip, them police is
Conjured up exactly who I would need
The funny thing is that's someone you couldn't be
Told 'em to put me in the game coach
Ran off and now they encroach
flame throwers
I reflect light, bounce off walls and wreck mics
Disconnect your windpipe by cuttin your neck with a knife
Rip through, everything from
praise yourself as the number one mom
But always dropping your kids off like you're goin to prom
Does your babies know who mommy is?
Seems like you're
fo'-fo' show no one mercy
But I'm off searchin' for those
You're soon to be comin' up missin'
Get at your strip and my niggas talkin' 'bout murder mo
Keep
Forever stay by myself
Never put trust in a bitch, Already know they gon lie
Now I'm walking in a path of my own
Fuck it is what is
I'm all by myself since
alone
Word is bond
Now some of these niggas are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you ever been bit by a snake
Take a minute
'round the bush I'ma say what it is
Niggas talkin' bout hits - we ain't missed ina min
I done REALLY came up off of plots in the crib
I'ma dual hand nigga
busted, huh?
(Baby!)
I crush the curtesy when dealin' with the folks is too much
for the askin'
Cool-I got the (skill crafted tools)
Massive fools at my
busted, huh?
(Baby!)
I crush the curtesy when dealin' with the folks is too much
for the askin'
Cool-I got the (skill crafted tools)
Massive fools at my
at the stars
Music in the back
Phone is playing Bruno Mars
Night is still young
Lemme take you for a ride
Betcha imma catch you by surprise
Lemme take you
of show biz, be bold in this bitch you know it
I need a vacation somewhere surrounded by the ocean
With a studio on a island so my flow can match the waves
quit who we are who we is
For the art not the biz
Run this shit like the Riz
Even did this flip when I sit
You don't listen, my fists is
Stuck in
this shit is about
This rap biz is a math quiz figure it out
Bigger the problem you solve the bigger ya house
Bigger the checks and six figure amounts
Knowing my off days are 808s
And old Drum breaks from all them old days
When Fifty Cent was poppin and Eminem was a show king
Consumed by what i became
off going out for these hoes
Trick tellin' you what the fuck she gonna do
I keep on tryin' to tell you these hoes got game to
So where's your mack
and put ten in my dog
He the only son, so you know his mom's goin' off
I wouldn't be a true nigga if I let this slide
Gotta saddle up, I gotta strap up
to hold back the chosen
It was strictly biz to mark the wax then goin off on it
By all means necessary they would boogie down bronx it
the main ingredient
climbing from under
Aiming from the top
Had to hustle
from drowning in puddles
Inspired by the roaches and other shit
Came with the struggle
Got up off my
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