Lyrics:
killers so basically I'm doin' my own thing
I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin' at the light for the hero
It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue
this shit you goin' feel like me
Hook: (B.G. and Juvenile)
Nigga fuck you, I feel just like you (3x)
B.G.:
You fucking with the B.G., you fucking with
things by the nine and let TI keep the three
Once I get out on the road A GPS can't find me
Cut the phone off never know when the joes riding
They track
suitable, or maybe something, that just proves I'm a juvenile,
One f bomb? To you, nothin is usable, now for you fucks, I'll plan you a funeral, satisfying,
can't remember how my nigga face look
(Face look)
I came a long ways from that juvenile
(That juvenile)
See I can make million on my SoundCloud
(My
a castle instead
And get fed some grace by Miss USA
[Hook (Juvenile)]
How can I make a million?
Without tha feds investigating my building
I know niggas
(EASTSIDE!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set)
And what we live by
(yeah) , what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
Don't mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most
Ran through my first million
I don't sneak diss, better dig this biss, please? I've been making hits this makes y'all kids pissed
Reminisce things when a bish thinks she slick by
hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through
back
To that lil' school I had been sent to
Find some shit I could get in to
Been through more by the time I was eighteen
Then most people go through
more
Acrobatic tactics
My habits is just to flip dough
(Hook)
Made a million from painting
And I don’t know how to paint
Made a million from painting
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I
to let you go
You make things feel right
When they should feel right
Step by step
Just one of a million
We took to get here, woah
Step by step
One
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
kill them, I'll fuck around and pile eight million
Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then, I'll await my trial date 'til then
Ain't nothin' you say
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
cause I got millions running in my veins
Yh I'm a real one just wanna still maintain
Same Nigga ducking from my juvenile, no play
Life's good, when these
like a snap shot is taken
If you live you could learn if you just be patient
'Cause life is like a slide show
And all the places I go
And all the things
Everything ain't as bad as it seems
Judge offered me juvenile life
Lawyer really wasn't doing a thing
Had to get to where I'm at on my own
Just a year, it
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
Nate Nikols
“What They Gon Do”
Produced by: L.Beats
They know I’m hotter then them, what they Gon do wit me..
They know I’m hotter then them.. cuh!
guerillas, you dig?
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl
Why'all don't want to gimme my props?
I'mma have to lick two shots
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