I seen a nigga hold a brick
His eyes opened wide
Ain't know what to do with that snow
Shoveled it and moved it by the ounce
This type of money you can buy a house
The way these niggas moving we might have to slime 'em out
They say i'm running like receivers
Nah i'm running routes
But i'm playing defense
I ain't the one so don't be the one trying to press me out
Don't be the one
My nigga was hustling at the spot
You know
Where your mothеr told you don't go
Told you pick up a ball and you said thats a no go
You gotta sell this blow though
Cause that dope been speeding ain't been going slow-mo
That shit sеll fast at a nice price
The type of money that equip your neck with ice
I was out Yonkers in the trap shooting dice
Smoked the sheets and fronto
I was high
I might’ve seen some mice
I might’ve seen a nigga sick
So I learned to mind my business
Them trenches humbled me
I know what it’s like to feel nothing except when niggas is hungry
Throw it back to when we used to buy snacks
No more
We cop the backwoods at the front of the store
Been so high
I forgot that i'm still growing up
My brother just told me to pour one up
Can’t remember the last time I had to sober up
You think I gained notoriety
Let me welcome you to this W even though it’s hard for me to give a fuck
But if it’s hard for me to give a fuck
Why do I find it difficult for me to get a buck?
You know a couple dollars to keep a roof over my mama head
Love to preach on what the bible said
Stay in prayer listening through the walls
The music’s the only way outta here
I had a way to get this paper though
Until I found out what I been paid was a backdoor
From a couple niggas that I had love for
To top it off they plotted just to have a place to sleep at
I gotta run it back it ain't no recap
Cause what I been through I just want to go back like I asked for a rematch
Pulled up to Fogo de Chao and ordered my shordy the Chilean SeaBass
You know that luxury shit
Hopefully I can fuck my bitch in a luxury whip
His eyes opened wide
Ain't know what to do with that snow
Shoveled it and moved it by the ounce
This type of money you can buy a house
The way these niggas moving we might have to slime 'em out
They say i'm running like receivers
Nah i'm running routes
But i'm playing defense
I ain't the one so don't be the one trying to press me out
Don't be the one
My nigga was hustling at the spot
You know
Where your mothеr told you don't go
Told you pick up a ball and you said thats a no go
You gotta sell this blow though
Cause that dope been speeding ain't been going slow-mo
That shit sеll fast at a nice price
The type of money that equip your neck with ice
I was out Yonkers in the trap shooting dice
Smoked the sheets and fronto
I was high
I might’ve seen some mice
I might’ve seen a nigga sick
So I learned to mind my business
Them trenches humbled me
I know what it’s like to feel nothing except when niggas is hungry
Throw it back to when we used to buy snacks
No more
We cop the backwoods at the front of the store
Been so high
I forgot that i'm still growing up
My brother just told me to pour one up
Can’t remember the last time I had to sober up
You think I gained notoriety
Let me welcome you to this W even though it’s hard for me to give a fuck
But if it’s hard for me to give a fuck
Why do I find it difficult for me to get a buck?
You know a couple dollars to keep a roof over my mama head
Love to preach on what the bible said
Stay in prayer listening through the walls
The music’s the only way outta here
I had a way to get this paper though
Until I found out what I been paid was a backdoor
From a couple niggas that I had love for
To top it off they plotted just to have a place to sleep at
I gotta run it back it ain't no recap
Cause what I been through I just want to go back like I asked for a rematch
Pulled up to Fogo de Chao and ordered my shordy the Chilean SeaBass
You know that luxury shit
Hopefully I can fuck my bitch in a luxury whip
( Jamal J. )
www.ChordsAZ.com