We do this shit for the love of the money
It don't love you back
Started with a grizzy
Tryin' to bubble to a hundred pack
Place to place on the paper
Chase with the devil dancin
Hoping God got me
If not then I'm runnin' out of chances
Luck ain't got shit to do with this level up
I turn my lessons to lucci, now I'm Gucci
No competitor close
Fuck boasts it's all about what you gross
The brokest nigga always speaking the most
That shit be cheap talk
You're not a boss until you got a
Plate your team can eat off
Out the whole pie
We try to stash like three-fourths
Me and my Gs reach snort from
East New York to Lockport
Making paychеck every drop off
Know some niggas that was on
Thе road to the riches
But then they got lost
Ended up on the highway to hell
Stressed and knocked off
Life and times of a dope boy
Jail is in the cards
It's hard to beat the odds
Be smart and cherish your joy
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't
Be surprised if they shot me bro doly
Just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I'm out to get it
Word to mommy
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't
Be surprised if they shot me bro doly
Just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I'm out to get it
Word to mommy
Do this for the love of the block
But this shit don't love you back
Same place niggas hate, plot and slug you at
Fake love is dangerous
Look what it did to Thundercat
Chinx, L and Stack
Judas might come with a hug attached
Only get one shot at this shit
And you can't run it back
I'd rather shoot you first and deal
With whatever come with that
Friend turn enemy and then stay that way
Especially if envy why you made the play
I pick up on your energy
Yo it really ain't that hard to read it
You can look between the lines
And you may comprehend the meaning
Got the same goals but you ain't
Have the smarts to reach it
I made it this far
I'm still shaking off my demons
They follow me, I see them when I'm dreaming
Just a casualty of plenty nights
When I was schemin' shoot the crowd
Don't care who we hit up
And then we breezin'
Attitude is fuck the world as
Long as I'm breathin'
Mommy said your soul weak as sin
Go see the deacon 3AM I'm chasing the root
Of evil with heathens
Heaven or Hell, what you believe in?
I probably did enough to go to both
So now we even
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't
Be surprised if they shot me bro doly
Just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I'm out to get it
Word to mommy
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't
Be surprised if they shot me bro doly
Just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I'm out to get it
Word to mommy
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't
Be surprised if they shot me bro doly
Just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I'm out to get it
Word to mommy
At night I pray that God got me
I did so much dirt I wouldn't
Be surprised if they shot me bro doly
Just me and a glicky I don't need a posse
As the world turns I'm out to get it
Word to mommy
I appreciate what you're trying to do
I really do but I just need one more skull
Just bring me one more head ple-
I need one more fucking head, you fuck!
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