Yo, let me talk my shit for a minute Trust gang shit Lack of money can cause stress For a cheque I took a dance with the devil in a prom dress I was tired of seeing my mom stress I had a meeting with the man upstairs but I took the wrong steps I had to get it from the dirt and a cell Took my talent and motivation turned into a brand The first thing on my plans, start a business get a bag But it's hard when them crackers got the purse string in they hands We all pay price in this game of life Gamble with it, shake the dice Hope it lands you where it's rain or rice To be honest, I don't take advice from niggas Who ain't ran up a cheque then lost and had to make it twice Send my niggas to where you lay at night Wake you up with a gat in your face Bitch, say good night! Oh, she ain't died, I'ma make it right I sneak in, kill you and the nurses trying to save your life Nigga, fuck all that humble shit I came in the game to be the best, I ain't come for friends I stay ready, never getting ready, I come with clips No heat on my waist that I gotta carry with other [?] When y'all coming from the same place but our mindset is the difference Street sweeper, keep the broom like a closet in the kitchen Come walk a mile in my shoes The good die young so we toast with a glass full of fountain of youth Bitch!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
