[Intro]
That's how it is
I mean that's why I tell ya the streets is wack
Cause no matter what a nigga do
They still don't give credit where credit is due man
No matter what a nigga do
I swear to god and niggas do it all
They're still going to try and find loopholes
That's just what they do
That's the type of niggas we're surrounded by
It's sad man it's sad ..
[Verse 1]
Ugh
I been in this game for years
It made me an animal
There's rules to this here
I wrote me a manual
Steady yourself might give a hand or two
But I show no love that there will damage you
What I plan to do, some whole new shit
Flow like a drop head coupe your boy ruthless
That's about a cool G on this new fit
So ill Dub O'Neal a nigga blue chips
See I do what they can't do
Them dudes couldn't jog with the artist I ran through
Who told you niggas I was something that you can handle
You couldn't smoke dub if they rolled it in bamboo
The labels and them box all checking
They love when I get on them joints and talk reckless
I was on mami with the juice couture necklace
Now she throw it at me
All I gotta do is catch it
The umpire of my empire
Hard body niggas softer than a wet flyer
Take em, out the game like I'm Brett Myers
Been scorching just imagine when I set fire
Snoop, It's the Lex driver
Louis Vuitton's best buyer
Throw my sets higher
Cause a lot of ya been done
Yall party in a mansion
My niggas is in one
Spend till the chips done
And If I'm going eat we all eat
I'm at the lot with my niggas like pick one
Them haters get a couple of bars
Cause you must be atheist trynna come at the god
I told em, without Maino I been hustling hard
Money machines got it sounding like we shuffling cards
NA!, still numero uno
Shits heavy, need a big diaper like a sumo
Them cats frauds, I'm with my thugs like Cujo
The hottest of them broads
Sweat a nigga but it's cool though
Young got them bags like Santa Claus
Plus could give you them white tips french manicures
Broke niggas they could never understand the boss
In that Panamera Porsche got it mera mera sauce
That's Damu, burgundy red
Flow like the brim on your fitted it's over your head
Ugh, New era and guess who
Who going take flight without boarding jet blue
I killed this shit and Ima kill the next two
Next three next four what you expect dog
That's how it is
I mean that's why I tell ya the streets is wack
Cause no matter what a nigga do
They still don't give credit where credit is due man
No matter what a nigga do
I swear to god and niggas do it all
They're still going to try and find loopholes
That's just what they do
That's the type of niggas we're surrounded by
It's sad man it's sad ..
[Verse 1]
Ugh
I been in this game for years
It made me an animal
There's rules to this here
I wrote me a manual
Steady yourself might give a hand or two
But I show no love that there will damage you
What I plan to do, some whole new shit
Flow like a drop head coupe your boy ruthless
That's about a cool G on this new fit
So ill Dub O'Neal a nigga blue chips
See I do what they can't do
Them dudes couldn't jog with the artist I ran through
Who told you niggas I was something that you can handle
You couldn't smoke dub if they rolled it in bamboo
The labels and them box all checking
They love when I get on them joints and talk reckless
I was on mami with the juice couture necklace
Now she throw it at me
All I gotta do is catch it
The umpire of my empire
Hard body niggas softer than a wet flyer
Take em, out the game like I'm Brett Myers
Been scorching just imagine when I set fire
Snoop, It's the Lex driver
Louis Vuitton's best buyer
Throw my sets higher
Cause a lot of ya been done
Yall party in a mansion
My niggas is in one
Spend till the chips done
And If I'm going eat we all eat
I'm at the lot with my niggas like pick one
Them haters get a couple of bars
Cause you must be atheist trynna come at the god
I told em, without Maino I been hustling hard
Money machines got it sounding like we shuffling cards
NA!, still numero uno
Shits heavy, need a big diaper like a sumo
Them cats frauds, I'm with my thugs like Cujo
The hottest of them broads
Sweat a nigga but it's cool though
Young got them bags like Santa Claus
Plus could give you them white tips french manicures
Broke niggas they could never understand the boss
In that Panamera Porsche got it mera mera sauce
That's Damu, burgundy red
Flow like the brim on your fitted it's over your head
Ugh, New era and guess who
Who going take flight without boarding jet blue
I killed this shit and Ima kill the next two
Next three next four what you expect dog
( Dub Aura (Rap) )
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