Only reason why I went on that lick ’cause I got tired of hustlin’
Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin’
Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin’
Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t fortin’
I know one day I’m gon’ make it, ’cause I grind for it
Distance myself from that fake s**t, I ain’t got time for it
No, no, I ain’t got time for it.
(Quando Rondo – Motivation)
Tryna stack my money tall like them twin towers
On your block I make it rain, that’s a bullet shower
I want money and respect, n***a f**k the power
Hundred shooters comin’ silent, that’s a hundred vowels
Tryna get money n***a, f**k these b**hes
In my own lane, yeah I’m on my road to riches
I just f**k then I duck ’em, I don’t love these b**hes
Gave her my heart, she f**ed that up, so I don’t trust these b**hes
Plenty times in that cell, I caught a couple cases
First day out, no wasting time, I went back to them basics
I’m chasing dead faces, I’m feeling be-traited
I finally made it, them n***as they hated
The fake, damn my name was ringin’ bells
Locked up in the cell, ain’t nobody on me pay my bail
Deep up off in that water, I was swimmin’ just like Michael Phelps
Lost my n***a Quaffy, I swear you ain’t know how it felt.
Only reason why I went on that lick ’cause I got tired of hustlin’
Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin’
Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin’
Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t fortin’
I know one day I’m gon’ make it, ’cause I grind for it
Distance myself from that fake s**t, I ain’t got time for it
No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh.
I know Lil Lick he gon’ k** for me
And I know that Rufus go hard for me
I know that Pac gon’ send shots for me
Do drive-bys out all of them cars for me
OZ’ll take out his heart for me
Kenny did time in that yard for me
It’s a lot of s**t Flash taught to me
It’s a lot of s**t Flash taught to me
If it’s pressure with them n***as we gon’ gun ’em down
When it’s beef b***h we creep, we gon’ run you down
My favorite alphabet that K, it shoot a hundred rounds
Boom at the blood to cross the mouth about a hundred pounds
Potato on the barrel, swear that it won’t make a sound
And we ain’t squashing s**t, you know I’ll lay you down
Leave ’em in the lost and found, I’m the sickest in my town
It get wicked in my town, so you better not play around
And you know we be on that gang s**t
Disrespect that gang, swear to God you’ll get your brain split, yeah
RIP Quaffy three times
My n***as they with it, we just buried about three nines.
Only reason why I went on that lick ’cause I got tired of hustlin’
Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin’
Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin’
Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t fortin’
I know one day I’m gon’ make it, ’cause I grind for it
Distance myself from that fake s**t, I ain’t got time for it
No, no, I ain’t got time for ittt.