Lyrics

I don't care who I signed with lil nigga I still work for me Them haters say that my music ass goddamn it still work for me Now that the introductions out the way It's time to be starting the day Said that you get on the beat and you kill it nigga But you really got nothing to say If you heard the name better hear it nigga Cause Skiddy he be making plays Hit up my shordy and she started tweaking I told that lil hoe get the fuck out my face She said she mad cause I don't be giving a fuck I really be chasing the bucks He said he mad his homie be catching these bullets Well maybe the nigga should duck I be the type to dig myself out of a whole if I ever run out of luck Y'all be the type to start simping over these hoes When they don't give none of the junk All of you niggas is lame You flexing your jewels You really be thinking you cool You wanna keep saying I'm jealous Lil nigga don't get it confused You can be dissing me now End up on the news We'll see who is really a fool All of my niggas they carry them tools and They can still knock you down up in a school This potassium make you sophisticated If you want a situation instigated Anybody else that participated I'll light em up they obliterated Hollows in your head they be integrated Niggas really scared they intimidated If I'm ever caught I'll get vindicated Can't ever copy you ain't imitating I ain't talking bout lil 'wing but this glock hold 33 I always rep RTR but never forget TBG I don't care who I signed with lil nigga I still work for me Them haters say that my music ass goddamn it still work for me I don't really gotta do a lot I can still be respected as a hard nigga I'd say it's pretty satisfying to be growing up without a heart nigga Lot of shit I shouldn't have seen my soul can really be dark nigga These bangs ain't fireworks even though they can light a spark nigga Walking around in the halls, all of the corners be reeking of blacks Don't give a fuck about moving from city to city my nigga we still spinning back Don't understand what these niggas be talking a whole other language it ain't bout a rack Sending my niggas they out on a blitz and no I ain't talking bout a motherfucking sack
Writer(s): Avant Faulkner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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