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(feat. Don Trip & Young Dolph)
Only time will tell
Offer these niggas too much time they gone tell
Only grind by myself
Couple lines of the lean and liter (any my heater)
Ainât trying to take a L
Took a loss
Then I learned
What I bought bitch I earned
Fake rap niggas steady lying to themselves (nah
Couple nights ago my fifth time making bail
Took my FN
Got my nine in my belt
No GPS help me find myself
Look inside my heart
All the kindness then left
Eyes all dry
And crying donât help
Winners wonât quit
Thatâs why I donât fail
And I know all about being fucked up
Won't nobody give you nothing
Call it tough love
No joke
Itâll break a nigga spirits when you broke
That the shit that taught me how to hustle
[Hook 2X:]
Meanwhile
The bills still coming
I ainât got enough money
I can feel it in my stomach
Ainât chilling till a nigga get a million every month
You ainât with it
Man there ainât nothing
I can feel it when itâs coming
[Don Trip:]
My balls and my word
Thatâs all I have
I donât trust shit
You can fault my past
The money bring temporary friends and hoes
Iâve been through them all and it taught my ass
Dirty as the tires and the rental Iâm in
All that work and I never clocked in
Canât do nothing but shake my head when I think about all of the money I spent
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tint on that black 550
If a nigga come get me
He gone have to die with me
AR15 short enough to ride with me
Iâm too rich to catch the bus
But too broke to buy a Bentley
Second thought I couldâve bought two
Still getting three or four for a walk through
I lost money, lost friends, lost love and love ones
No wonder I got lost screws
[Hook]
[Young Dolph:]
Blowing smoke in the air
I got Pâs everywhere
Woreseome ass bitch wonât stay out of my ear
Woke feeling like the player of the year
I put the syrup down
Poâd a glass of Belvedere
You ever been fucked up (Nigga hell yeah)
Thatâs why I go so hard on these fuck niggas
Meanwhile Iâm looking for a stash house in Bel Air
Iâm fucked up in the mental
I donât trust niggas
My childhood was a wild hood
Niggas getting murked in our hood
This life that we living nigga this shit ainât all good
Four grams of that super cookie in my backwoods
Jewelry box full of gold but I use to play them up
Pull up in the hood and all the bitches want hugs
If she roll the weed good Iâll buy the bitch a pair of Uggs
Still jump out on the block with my niggas smoking blunts
[Hook]
- Album:
- Starlite Unlimited Plays Music from David Lynch Movies
- Introversion (Mixtape)
- I’m Moving To Houston
- Cold Turkey
- Attention, Tithes & Taxes (EP)
- Fried Turkey
- Insomnia Addict (Mixtape)
- Mood Swings & Mrs. - Single
- T.L.C. - Single
- T.L.C.
- Introversion
- Compilation
- Theories
- Renaissance Gangster (DJ Burn One Presents Starlito)
- Mood Swings & Mrs.
- Mental Warfare
- Shake Back
- At WAR With Myself Too