One grand, two grand, three grand, four and five
Half of a dime, but we don't drop those
Six grand, seven grand, eight grand, oh and nine
There's a ten piece, I need ten more
I gotta keep goin
We just keep goin
A wise man once told me real ones
We don't keep the score, we just keep scorin
Catch ya local hood star, trappin' out of a foreign
You in the hut, trollin' on the net, but we ain't goin' for it
At the end of the day, or the top of the morning
We'll slam dunk a nigga ass, right up out of his jordan's
With all that pump fakin', the game players, we don't endorse it
It's a contact sport, and I still need some more shit
My goapele higher, but I'm still hungry
Bitch, I need money, just like
I need money
Off of how high, it's a thin line
Oh, is that right
I think it's safe to say I was always good at bein' a bad guy
I always been that nigga
Even in my past life
And my next one, and my next one, and my next one, and my next one
What's that, hold up, wait
I thought a bitch nigga said somethin
Thought it was a bright idea till he got his f*ckin' head bust
Now his brain's on the pave
With wise guy on his headstone
Shoulda listened to what your mama told you
Boy, leave them crips alone
I seen this shit comin' through my peripheral
People quicc to switch, but wanna tell you that they miss you though
Keep on missin', bro
Yeah, miss me, ho
You can finesse somebody that needs you
But me, I don't need you
I can have yo lil' beezy, I'm really piccy though
I can't do nothin' with her if she ain't gettin' dough
For one of mines, I'll pass the, play to ball
Like a give-and-go
Discussions at the round table
Circle smaller than Cheerios
Aye, yeah, yeah
Top notch, Deeda the one and Only deeda great, deeda truth
You Can't sleep on the truth foreal,
Every now and again, I gotta pop out and remind niggas tho
Yeah, I'm still that , I'm
Still him I'm still this
Free the army
Aye, one grand, two grand, three grand, four
And five, half of a dime, but we don't drop those
Six grand, seven grand, eight grand, oh
And nine, that's a ten-piece, I need ten more
Can't stop, gettin this guap
I gotta keep goin
Ain't no stoppin' or no pausin
We just keep goin
Deeda bacc up on the top
A wise man once told me
Real ones, we don't keep the score
We just keep scorin
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One grand, two grand, three grand, four and five
Half of a dime, but we don't drop those
Six grand, seven grand, eight grand, oh and nine
There's a ten piece, I need ten more
I gotta keep goin
We just keep goin
A wise man once told me real ones
We don't keep the score, we just keep scorin
Catch ya local hood star, trappin' out of a foreign
You in the hut, trollin' on the net, but we ain't goin' for it
At the end of the day, or the top of the morning
We'll slam dunk a nigga ass, right up out of his jordan's
With all that pump fakin', the game players, we don't endorse it
It's a contact sport, and I still need some more shit
My goapele higher, but I'm still hungry
Bitch, I need money, just like
I need money
Off of how high, it's a thin line
Oh, is that right
I think it's safe to say I was always good at bein' a bad guy
I always been that nigga
Even in my past life
And my next one, and my next one, and my next one, and my next one
What's that, hold up, wait
I thought a bitch nigga said somethin
Thought it was a bright idea till he got his f*ckin' head bust
Now his brain's on the pave
With wise guy on his headstone
Shoulda listened to what your mama told you
Boy, leave them crips alone
I seen this shit comin' through my peripheral
People quicc to switch, but wanna tell you that they miss you though
Keep on missin', bro
Yeah, miss me, ho
You can finesse somebody that needs you
But me, I don't need you
I can have yo lil' beezy, I'm really piccy though
I can't do nothin' with her if she ain't gettin' dough
For one of mines, I'll pass the, play to ball
Like a give-and-go
Discussions at the round table
Circle smaller than Cheerios
Aye, yeah, yeah
Top notch, Deeda the one and Only deeda great, deeda truth
You Can't sleep on the truth foreal,
Every now and again, I gotta pop out and remind niggas tho
Yeah, I'm still that , I'm
Still him I'm still this
Free the army
Aye, one grand, two grand, three grand, four
And five, half of a dime, but we don't drop those
Six grand, seven grand, eight grand, oh
And nine, that's a ten-piece, I need ten more
Can't stop, gettin this guap
I gotta keep goin
Ain't no stoppin' or no pausin
We just keep goin
Deeda bacc up on the top
A wise man once told me
Real ones, we don't keep the score
We just keep scorin
Half of a dime, but we don't drop those
Six grand, seven grand, eight grand, oh and nine
There's a ten piece, I need ten more
I gotta keep goin
We just keep goin
A wise man once told me real ones
We don't keep the score, we just keep scorin
Catch ya local hood star, trappin' out of a foreign
You in the hut, trollin' on the net, but we ain't goin' for it
At the end of the day, or the top of the morning
We'll slam dunk a nigga ass, right up out of his jordan's
With all that pump fakin', the game players, we don't endorse it
It's a contact sport, and I still need some more shit
My goapele higher, but I'm still hungry
Bitch, I need money, just like
I need money
Off of how high, it's a thin line
Oh, is that right
I think it's safe to say I was always good at bein' a bad guy
I always been that nigga
Even in my past life
And my next one, and my next one, and my next one, and my next one
What's that, hold up, wait
I thought a bitch nigga said somethin
Thought it was a bright idea till he got his f*ckin' head bust
Now his brain's on the pave
With wise guy on his headstone
Shoulda listened to what your mama told you
Boy, leave them crips alone
I seen this shit comin' through my peripheral
People quicc to switch, but wanna tell you that they miss you though
Keep on missin', bro
Yeah, miss me, ho
You can finesse somebody that needs you
But me, I don't need you
I can have yo lil' beezy, I'm really piccy though
I can't do nothin' with her if she ain't gettin' dough
For one of mines, I'll pass the, play to ball
Like a give-and-go
Discussions at the round table
Circle smaller than Cheerios
Aye, yeah, yeah
Top notch, Deeda the one and Only deeda great, deeda truth
You Can't sleep on the truth foreal,
Every now and again, I gotta pop out and remind niggas tho
Yeah, I'm still that , I'm
Still him I'm still this
Free the army
Aye, one grand, two grand, three grand, four
And five, half of a dime, but we don't drop those
Six grand, seven grand, eight grand, oh
And nine, that's a ten-piece, I need ten more
Can't stop, gettin this guap
I gotta keep goin
Ain't no stoppin' or no pausin
We just keep goin
Deeda bacc up on the top
A wise man once told me
Real ones, we don't keep the score
We just keep scorin
Writer: Damon Stevenson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid