Price

Run it like I should Hundred metres through the hood Lately I been feeling good But that's just misunderstood Give no fucks bout how it should be But how it could be I want some diamonds on my neck thats I feel g Forgot it was Sunday I'm getting faded with the crew Pop a tag getting high Yeah you know just how we do Play a game go insane Bad bitch smart she give me brain Sloppy top eat the tip Girl I need you to ease my pain Can't function Meds are in the drink that shit can cause a concussion A nigga know too much I play my role I say nothing Got dreams of going big so on a low I keep plottin' And every time I have one it's of me when I'm popping Baby girl my neck is going crazy can't stop it I know I'm the chosen one cause I am no option I'm doing what I love and I'm enjoying making profit I'm getting to the bag dawg they ain't no way about it Damn dawg I been going harder than a rock I been going way too hard they begging me to stop All these niggas fake that's why they moving in a flock I forever walk alone I want my space up at the top I can't fuck with you no more I'm on grind I can't blow a bag on you another time If you think we are the same you must be out your mind Yeah yeah Out your mind yeah yeah out your mind woh Baby girl I run it I ain't got no time Everyday I cook a beat like I work nine to five Yeah I wanted to be king and now I pay the price Yeah I pay the price Yeah yeah I pay the price yeah Wo yeah i pay the price Everything I could afford it twice I don't need no one opinion trust my own advice yeah Yeah I pull up to her crib but I don't spend the night Dawg I'm moving right Left some niggas in the corner hope they feel alright I can't give two fucks about you if you aren't my type But if you still wanna get down then you can spend the night yeah oui And that's just how I vibe yeah I spin the truth no I don't ever lie yeah My ego big enough for me to hide in And if you're with me you gotta pick a side then Are you riding? You still deciding Oh no man well I'm changing I can't fuck with you no more I'm on grind I can't blow a bag on you another time If you think we are the same you must be out your mind Yeah yeah Out your mind yeah yeah out your mind woh Baby girl I run it I ain't got no time Everyday I cook a beat like I work nine to five Yeah I wanted to be king and now I pay the price Yeah I pay the price Yeah yeah I pay the price woh Yeah I paid the price yeah Yeah I paid the price yeah I paid a price yeah Young Sam made that shit slap