Lyrics:
wasn't (workin')
Ran into this young jawn, tell her come home
She askin' for a check I said, "Bitch is you (workin')?"
Now every time she call I don't
Like I did you something
I’m just trying to live
What law I broke
Being in this country still
Hands up don’t shoot
I’m just black and in public
Just
and home of the brave
How the fuck we still get treated like slaves
All my black brothers and sisters need saving
How the fuck we still get treated like
it so complicated
But why I only take shots that I know will miss
I gave you one two three four five six seven eight
Too many chances
I thought you
like I
And I'm still hard on the grind
Success all I really wanna find
Can't fail
What they wishing on a young black male
You on top now they black mail
that I live, girl
I do what's required
You know I'm on my own shit
Hustle alone shit
Hustle count my money up
And then I'll make my home rich
But you
full of emotions so when you sip
There's a red velvet tux and it's grabbing you by the hips
But what you scared for you already here so
You know what you
Still wanna throw stones
When you live in a glass home
When I was on the road
Don't worry never alone
God got me in my zone
(Thats a fact)
God got me in
extra big
The plan ain't to get rich
We're going for wealth
Gotta take care of your health
Can't do it by yourself
You may need a little help
You gon'
in control?
Live that fast life
Independence but don't forget the hands that made you
Remember
Lot of us go away from home
We take those things that we
until my life is through
And on that day please take me home with you"
I can smell the death on the sheets
Covering me
I can't believe this is
either live poor or die by cops
I been stuck for the last 3 months
Dolo in these slumps
One day it's Kobe dying
Next day it's covid virus
Next day it's
Harry at home
And under my cowboy hat
I?m worried sick you know
All I ever wanted was to
Live by the sea
I?m a love junkie myself
Baby, come and fix
What happened to my hundred dollars Joe?
Nigga, did you take my money?"
"Heh-heh, that's right lil bitch!"
Penny proud, penny petty, pissing off
blast
Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half, you get plugged here, that's just
Take curls out Dey soup
Old Niggas wit birds
So high
They blue
Still lowkey back home
And da boot
I say yo homes
Yo home he'll shoot
Still wit da bros
around town
But know they really dragged it
Said I get it from my pops
But I ain’t going out crashing
Monkey still on brodie back
Still hitting like
make it, I couldn't take it
I tried to square up, it's too hard I couldn't fake it
And now I see why, since I was knee high
I swore to live and die by
talking to you
But then you ignore them still
All these questions, they're for real
Like who would you live for? Who would you die for?
And would you
'bout your life, so you take mine
I love you but I fuckin' hate you at the same time
I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
So we could
shit down
You can still smell Arm and hammer, we monkeys goin' bananas
I got the dirtiest fanta, niggas get' nail with the hammer
Shorty a fan, so I
pointing North to
The road my heart belongs
Came a long way and I'm still going places
This golden opportunity is precious jewellery
The type you'd have
and take my life and (ha, Benzino)
God...
[Hook]
Niggas want to try and live my life and
Bitches want to try and run my life and
Haters want to try
sounding like Lisa Lisa, I wonder if I take you home
Will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from the around the way
That she
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