CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pardon
June, you're a genius
Hitmaka
Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young n***as shootin' like Harden, n***a, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a n***a soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, n***a, beg your pardon
Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young n***as shootin' like Harden, n***a, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to takе a n***a soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road ragе
Swervin' in an Aston Martin
Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it
Bust it down, flip it, repeat it
Suckas be greedy, we was never playin' in the game
If we was, before we lost, we cheated
Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me
I just be prayin' for these n***as that they prey on me
They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see
I got the blessings of an angel every day on me
Okay, church, n***a used to ask me where I'm from
Tell 'em Bankhead, n***a, but the earth my turf
Work, wonder what's up under my shirt
Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched
n***a, TIP been solid, speak against his name in the hood
And you will get slapped out 'bout it
Had straps out wildin', but moments in the past
Kust made me who I am, that's why I don't run from it
Keep it one hunnid', anyone who don't like it, then f**k 'em
Get a little money then double, level
Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope
To Puff Daddy standin' with me in chinchilla
Road run, Rubber Band Man
Made a hundred mil' off of fifty grand man, well, goddamn
My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this b*t*h
Put your heart in this sh*t, you bound to get rich, no cap
Hitmaka
Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young n***as shootin' like Harden, n***a, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a n***a soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, n***a, beg your pardon
Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young n***as shootin' like Harden, n***a, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to takе a n***a soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road ragе
Swervin' in an Aston Martin
Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it
Bust it down, flip it, repeat it
Suckas be greedy, we was never playin' in the game
If we was, before we lost, we cheated
Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me
I just be prayin' for these n***as that they prey on me
They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see
I got the blessings of an angel every day on me
Okay, church, n***a used to ask me where I'm from
Tell 'em Bankhead, n***a, but the earth my turf
Work, wonder what's up under my shirt
Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched
n***a, TIP been solid, speak against his name in the hood
And you will get slapped out 'bout it
Had straps out wildin', but moments in the past
Kust made me who I am, that's why I don't run from it
Keep it one hunnid', anyone who don't like it, then f**k 'em
Get a little money then double, level
Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope
To Puff Daddy standin' with me in chinchilla
Road run, Rubber Band Man
Made a hundred mil' off of fifty grand man, well, goddamn
My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this b*t*h
Put your heart in this sh*t, you bound to get rich, no cap
