Aye
Was doing my bidness so they had to wait
I work on my bars and my craft everyday
No I don't play
But I might do with yo bitch better hope that I don't better pray
See em and look at they face
When I pull up and skrt off like I ride in the day-tona
Yes i'm a donor but not for the bars that I write with the pen on the pape
Shorty been hitting my line talkin bout i'm the one on her mind i'm the one that she missing
But I can't go for that shit cause I gotta keep grinding my stacks, stay strong on the mission
Put in the work to get up where i'm at put in time for the money I get in addition
They sneak with the disses but they be missing the point that they really aint nun but bitches
Once apon a time I was down in the grave
Not bout the body but my mind they couldn't save
Momma she was praying for my health and my dad and my brother we was stuck ain't know what I had to say
To make shit better momma crying grandma crying brother crying while they sending me letters
Can't trust a soul nobody in my view in the back or the front not the type to put my heart on a sweater
But I got back with the mix match
Break his ass like a kit kat
Where the bricks at
If he touch me then bet im gonna get my hit back
Care bout my money I dont care where a bitch at
Aye
Bitch
Let's go
Woah
Let's go
Was doing my bidness so they had to wait
I work on my bars and my craft everyday
No I don't play
But I might do with yo bitch better hope that I don't better pray
See em and look at they face
When I pull up and skrt off like I ride in the day-tona
Yes i'm a donor but not for the bars that I write with the pen on the pape
Shorty been hitting my line talkin bout i'm the one on her mind i'm the one that she missing
But I can't go for that shit cause I gotta keep grinding my stacks, stay strong on the mission
Put in the work to get up where i'm at put in time for the money I get in addition
They sneak with the disses but they be missing the point that they really aint nun but bitches
Once apon a time I was down in the grave
Not bout the body but my mind they couldn't save
Momma she was praying for my health and my dad and my brother we was stuck ain't know what I had to say
To make shit better momma crying grandma crying brother crying while they sending me letters
Can't trust a soul nobody in my view in the back or the front not the type to put my heart on a sweater