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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
sheldon llewellyn
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Lyrics
I can't ever be that nigga on the sideline
I been sliding since a youngish look how time flies
I got people I call family I got mob ties
I could never stand a nigga that be two faced
If you ain't gang then get to steppin find your own space
I had to find a way to eat go get your own plate
I got dreams of being rich and move My family out to Georgia
Don't got time to waste I know my momma getting older
Burden on my chest feel like a chip is on my shoulder
I been running out of love it's like my heart is getting colder
Stay up out my business nigga, stay up out my problems
You don't even know me but you out here tryna solve em
Only need my family I'm so thankful that I got em
Nigga heading to the top when I just started from the bottom
I don't got no sympathy I'm just getting started
Niggas getting mad because I'm getting wanted
Sticking with my bitch she gotta nigga feeling wanted
I can't never leave her side she had my back when it was storming
I can't ever be that nigga on the sideline
I been sliding since a youngish look how time flies
I got people I call family I got mob ties
I could never stand a nigga that be 2 faced
If you ain't gang then get to steppin find your own space
I had to find a way to eat go get your own plaate
I got racks on, racks on
I know niggas flipping packs on packs on
Momma said that I'm the Best,
Chase yo dream and have some patience don't be restless
I got dreams of being rich and move my family out to Georgia
Don't got time to waste I know my momma getting older
Burden on my chest feel like a chip is on my shoulder
I been running out of love it's like my heart is getting colder
Writer(s): Sheldon Llewellyn
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