Yeah You lil bitch ass niggas steady speaking up on the low If these project walls could talk They'll be just like 03, you dig? 03
If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard In this game play your cards right or get left to starve My mama made me a star and I had it too hard Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend
I remember robbin' Pisas every other Friday I remember money house, I'm selling out of molly I remember in Atlanta talking pounds at Follies I remember laying down bullets in my body If you know you finna fold then get the fuck from by me If you ain't finna hold it down then you can't be my crimey Greedy get the guap and play the game but keep it grimey I've been shot by who I love and told on by my family I've been double crossed and bird fed One time they sucker punched a nigga Yeah they knocked me out like Ronda Rousey Blindside you with this bullet if you come around me Seen you at this party, was gon' hit you, you was fucking outie
If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard In this game play your cards right or get left to starve My mama made me a star and I had it too hard Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend
Sim-simmer, who got the keys to the Beamer? Who put that lean in two liters? Dreadlocks like Beanie Man, I'ma red beam you Hit your white whip up, you know I'm gon' cream you Act in Lime-A-Rito's, it's no Lime-A-Rita Really sell killos and plugged in with migos My dog Dark Jack, he stretch just like a regal We get thumbs up when we ride past your people
If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard In this game play your cards right or get left to starve My mama made me a star and I had it too hard Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard In this game play your cards right or get left to starve My mama made me a star and I had it too hard Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend
And we do it for Lil Money, yeah Long live Lil Money, oh Money changes everything I could never give a bitch a wedding ring, ooh, yeah Rest in peace to all my niggas GIP to all my killers, wooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
