CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Story
No book, I'm rippin' pages, tryna write like findin' one strip
Mindset on them millions, my confidence on a forklift
Hustlin' is the only way you gettin' it if you from here
Forty shells in a gun clip, nothin' but hate, ain't no love here
Narcs on the block, a dead body, another homicide
He DOA, hurt everybody, another mama cryin'
Sit alone, thinkin' with my thoughts in a room, ain't got nothin' but time
People asking me where my feelings went, I ain't seen 'em in a while
Tell 'em, "Put RahRah back up on the block, he ain't commit no crimes"
I roll a blunt, sit back and meditate, thinkin' whilе time flying
I was just a baby, now I got diamonds every timе I shine
And I don't like when people 'round 'cause folks be tryna slime a slime
First quarter, ain't even much half time
Fourth quarter, had me hit the bay line
Ten to one, K up the score by eight or nine
No feelin' and my only fear is not workin', I'm ready to grind
Chasin' money, not wastin' time
When n***a like me out here cussin', dyin' red light, he switchin' stop signs
Fifteen when I shot my first deuce five
Weeks later, mama get me baptized
Seen shit in the hood, left me traumatized
Why I stay with my MC Hammer time
I'ma go get the trophy, Brady
That's why I be winning so much, that's crazy
Gave me the cape, ain't no way I can't save it
'Fore I go leave millions to all of my unborn babies
You hear me?
Mindset on them millions, my confidence on a forklift
Hustlin' is the only way you gettin' it if you from here
Forty shells in a gun clip, nothin' but hate, ain't no love here
Narcs on the block, a dead body, another homicide
He DOA, hurt everybody, another mama cryin'
Sit alone, thinkin' with my thoughts in a room, ain't got nothin' but time
People asking me where my feelings went, I ain't seen 'em in a while
Tell 'em, "Put RahRah back up on the block, he ain't commit no crimes"
I roll a blunt, sit back and meditate, thinkin' whilе time flying
I was just a baby, now I got diamonds every timе I shine
And I don't like when people 'round 'cause folks be tryna slime a slime
First quarter, ain't even much half time
Fourth quarter, had me hit the bay line
Ten to one, K up the score by eight or nine
No feelin' and my only fear is not workin', I'm ready to grind
Chasin' money, not wastin' time
When n***a like me out here cussin', dyin' red light, he switchin' stop signs
Fifteen when I shot my first deuce five
Weeks later, mama get me baptized
Seen shit in the hood, left me traumatized
Why I stay with my MC Hammer time
I'ma go get the trophy, Brady
That's why I be winning so much, that's crazy
Gave me the cape, ain't no way I can't save it
'Fore I go leave millions to all of my unborn babies
You hear me?
