you can call me young yea the boy stay focused last year alone a quarter mil off in strokers frsh back in town lookin like a star told clem bring my gt and my ar a strap in my car a chop in my bent g behind the wheel you cant see behind the tint squad came crazy withthat weight since the 80's fighting all the time with my crazy uncle grady a million dollar man but im still ?? baby plus i promised kb i wouldnt let a nigga play me first i copped the cedez then i copped the shoes rap niggaz talkin weight that was back in 98 im straight
Dont nothing hate but a motherfucking hater dont nothing spend but this motherfucking paper dont ask me what we lookin at homie you know we got our eyes on that money!(Focus)
Bobby drake i stay with a stallion the voice box i speak for the slick jeezy raw 3 the hard way give the game straight to ya nigga no foulplay came up from nothing from the block we rose got my cleats tied up with my uniform on money in the matress i sleep on dough you can shut the booth down watch sp flow fetti on my mind with thoughts of more like bruce leroy i got the glow lame niggas quick to call with they stash and hos we the niggas in the trenches holdin it down fa sho
they the streets is talkin but the boy on the grind fuck what they say i got money on my mind the real niggas love me them ho niggas fear me fore i let em stop my shine a nigga have to kill me so many haters the boy aint studying em middle finger out the chevy i dont see them motherfuckers dont nothing hate but a motherfucking hater cant worry bout raw better try and get some paper speak the truth imma give a nigga game either do anything i mean what i said usda still hungry nigga we gon eat survive anywhere cuz we came from the streets
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Writer(s): Ernest Foxx
Copyright: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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