F*ckin' wit it 2K
Never had a pot to piss in
Now I'm pissing on the completion
By the way they call me Kid the Rappa
I'm bad, I'm Mike Jack in Thriller
Red leather jacket with the zippers
Wu tang my Ghost Face Killer's
Yes sir REDZONE is in the building
Yes sir got Staxx racks to the ceiling
Master P bout it no limits
Don't f*ck around
I'm from east side of town
Niggas ride around and we get it
Peep the hustle man
I got bigger plans
Basquiat, paint a picture vivid
This year I had a feeling
By next we make a killing
Independent grinding
Lord willing you know
Hustle Man, getting paid
Cleaning house, self made
Niggas gone hate anyway
Carpe Diem seize the day
Hustle Man, getting paid
Cleaning house, self made
Niggas gone hate anyway
Carpe Diem seize the day
Aye
Niggas bogus
I can't let them
Throw me off my focus
I'm bout it bout
Like them No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
Back up Woodie
Hold up- hold up
You don't know me.. Nah
I done came this far
I done worked too hard
For me to sell my soul away
For the jewels and the cars
A couple Gs in my Unit
Got the hunger for more
We still bucking for the bank
Look I'm raising the bar
Cash junky get the money
Got it jumping like a bungee cord now
All the girls that slept on the kid
Back then now they wanna sleep round
Too much pride can't let it slide
Killing niggas like a homicide
One time for the 205
Eastside, nigga hold it down
Niggas bogus
I can't let them
Throw me off my focus
I'm bout it bout
Like them No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
Back up Woodie
Hold up- hold up
You don't know me Nah
Every since back in the days
The Acura days
Back when the kid wore a fade
The vision remained
Every so clear
So now that I'm here
Lend me ya ear and a piece of ya heart
Therapeutic to talk
Only speaking that real
Shit real people can feel
I Got past due bills
But I won't get specific
Been grinding all my life
What you know bout sacrifice
Been grinding all my life
Nigga I done paid the price
I Got some pass due bills
But I won't get specific
Once I get my my money right
Whole fam lavish living
I Got some pass due bills
But I won't get specific
Once I get my my money right
Whole fam lavish living Uh
I put that on everything
Yea
Yea
Got another one
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English
F*ckin' wit it 2K
Never had a pot to piss in
Now I'm pissing on the completion
By the way they call me Kid the Rappa
I'm bad, I'm Mike Jack in Thriller
Red leather jacket with the zippers
Wu tang my Ghost Face Killer's
Yes sir REDZONE is in the building
Yes sir got Staxx racks to the ceiling
Master P bout it no limits
Don't f*ck around
I'm from east side of town
Niggas ride around and we get it
Peep the hustle man
I got bigger plans
Basquiat, paint a picture vivid
This year I had a feeling
By next we make a killing
Independent grinding
Lord willing you know
Hustle Man, getting paid
Cleaning house, self made
Niggas gone hate anyway
Carpe Diem seize the day
Hustle Man, getting paid
Cleaning house, self made
Niggas gone hate anyway
Carpe Diem seize the day
Aye
Niggas bogus
I can't let them
Throw me off my focus
I'm bout it bout
Like them No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
Back up Woodie
Hold up- hold up
You don't know me.. Nah
I done came this far
I done worked too hard
For me to sell my soul away
For the jewels and the cars
A couple Gs in my Unit
Got the hunger for more
We still bucking for the bank
Look I'm raising the bar
Cash junky get the money
Got it jumping like a bungee cord now
All the girls that slept on the kid
Back then now they wanna sleep round
Too much pride can't let it slide
Killing niggas like a homicide
One time for the 205
Eastside, nigga hold it down
Niggas bogus
I can't let them
Throw me off my focus
I'm bout it bout
Like them No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
Back up Woodie
Hold up- hold up
You don't know me Nah
Every since back in the days
The Acura days
Back when the kid wore a fade
The vision remained
Every so clear
So now that I'm here
Lend me ya ear and a piece of ya heart
Therapeutic to talk
Only speaking that real
Shit real people can feel
I Got past due bills
But I won't get specific
Been grinding all my life
What you know bout sacrifice
Been grinding all my life
Nigga I done paid the price
I Got some pass due bills
But I won't get specific
Once I get my my money right
Whole fam lavish living
I Got some pass due bills
But I won't get specific
Once I get my my money right
Whole fam lavish living Uh
I put that on everything
Yea
Yea
Got another one
Never had a pot to piss in
Now I'm pissing on the completion
By the way they call me Kid the Rappa
I'm bad, I'm Mike Jack in Thriller
Red leather jacket with the zippers
Wu tang my Ghost Face Killer's
Yes sir REDZONE is in the building
Yes sir got Staxx racks to the ceiling
Master P bout it no limits
Don't f*ck around
I'm from east side of town
Niggas ride around and we get it
Peep the hustle man
I got bigger plans
Basquiat, paint a picture vivid
This year I had a feeling
By next we make a killing
Independent grinding
Lord willing you know
Hustle Man, getting paid
Cleaning house, self made
Niggas gone hate anyway
Carpe Diem seize the day
Hustle Man, getting paid
Cleaning house, self made
Niggas gone hate anyway
Carpe Diem seize the day
Aye
Niggas bogus
I can't let them
Throw me off my focus
I'm bout it bout
Like them No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
Back up Woodie
Hold up- hold up
You don't know me.. Nah
I done came this far
I done worked too hard
For me to sell my soul away
For the jewels and the cars
A couple Gs in my Unit
Got the hunger for more
We still bucking for the bank
Look I'm raising the bar
Cash junky get the money
Got it jumping like a bungee cord now
All the girls that slept on the kid
Back then now they wanna sleep round
Too much pride can't let it slide
Killing niggas like a homicide
One time for the 205
Eastside, nigga hold it down
Niggas bogus
I can't let them
Throw me off my focus
I'm bout it bout
Like them No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
Back up Woodie
Hold up- hold up
You don't know me Nah
Every since back in the days
The Acura days
Back when the kid wore a fade
The vision remained
Every so clear
So now that I'm here
Lend me ya ear and a piece of ya heart
Therapeutic to talk
Only speaking that real
Shit real people can feel
I Got past due bills
But I won't get specific
Been grinding all my life
What you know bout sacrifice
Been grinding all my life
Nigga I done paid the price
I Got some pass due bills
But I won't get specific
Once I get my my money right
Whole fam lavish living
I Got some pass due bills
But I won't get specific
Once I get my my money right
Whole fam lavish living Uh
I put that on everything
Yea
Yea
Got another one
Writer: Christian Anderson
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