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Oprheus Byrd
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Guess it's be the motivation
Walkin round with shit on top my mind that's all been going lately
Charge it to game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready
I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby
I see the timeline coming & I changed it, it's been going steady
See me in the back I got a Mac I cook it up & eat
Watch me wash beat just like some sheets & put the bitch to sleep
I grew up in the hood but I'm the letter that be next G
I turned it to a latter climbing heights to find a better me
Stuntin ain't a thing when you the nigga made the recipe
Quality been sold but now I'm bold it be 500 please
You talk it like you want it ima spit you out a hundid keys
Legendary nigga this ain't none to even fuck off with
I been through city getting litty looking for some tittes
Shawty got an ass that's coming small I call her itty bitty
Bitin on her lips she like a nigga baby come & get me
Water down her legs i think the pussy might just jump to see me
Put it on yo head you kept it real so why you play with clout?
Niggas come with doubt but ain't a drought that we can't make it out
Live it like I said in other words no keepin up with me
Might just bust ya ass i need my face on top a couple tee's
I'm just tryna get it fuck the world a nigga really with it
Ducked off doing my thing I got em wondering fuck this nigga dealing?
Melt it like a chain the color gold it's leakin from the building
Talking bout my body to the point where it can make a million
I ain't with the drama or the act so now we playin games?
Run it up real fast then take the risk to watch it grow again
Yeah I want yo ass but I ain't the type of nigga chasin shit
Only thing a nigga like me chasin is these fucking dreams
Walkin round with shit on top my mind that's all been going lately
Charge it to game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready
I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby
I see the timeline coming & I changed it, it's been going steady
See me in the back I got a Mac I cook it up & eat
Watch me wash beat just like some sheets & put the bitch to sleep
I grew up in the hood but I'm the letter that be next G
I turned it to a latter climbing heights to find a better me
Hold on to it baby let me show you how a nigga did it
Why they coming wicked? took forever just to stamp my ticket
Putting shit to sleep for bout a week bitch I was born ready
I can't even speak on none the shit these folks been doing lately
Gotta watch yo back & every side these folks be playing games
Mental shit a strain it be the lames that wanna stay the same
Who am i to blame when I'm the nigga that's gone do his thang
Walk it like I talk it miss ya Fred this shit won't never change
You ain't gotta get it guess a nigga drinking henny with it
Take my time to heal from all this shit my wounds a make a killing
Drill it in yo head a nigga on one I became the city
Soaring through the clouds you got the back end on some stupid shit
Guess it's be the motivation
Walkin round with shit on top my mind that's all been going lately
Charge it to game, I'm John Wayne & got my arm ready
I can't even pretend I fuck with you nah that ain't going baby
Writer(s): Oprheus Byrd
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