I really come up from nothin
I rose out the gutta
I come from a bucket
Im rising above it
Gave my last kiss to my
Mother beloved
Then hoped off the poarch
No one wished me well
But f*ck it i still gave 'em hell
Not down talking on the internet
That some weak nigga shit
We ain't into that
Im just worrried bout seeing this money stack
Trying to spend off a stack then i make it back
Pack pistol on me so i never lack
Im just headed out there money At
Need the check for the gang
I'm a bring it back
Blue strips
Money counters
And Benji stacks
Gotta check up and now
All these hoes attached
Gotta check up and now
All these hoes attached
Hit the road for
These shows had to do it like
Nike
Kosmo got me making movies like
Spike lee
Karate chop a brick i feel like Jet Li
Built up big body
Like a '97 chevy
Picked up some traction now im
Moving heavy
I really don't think that they ready,
I really don't think that they ready
Nah i really don't think that they ready
Never bitched out
Never took the hoe route
Take the hoe out the streets
But you can't take the hoe out
I peeped out you niggas
Who flex for a viewing
I keep this shit real i can't get
With That movement
Knew big bro would hand me
A brick and i move it
Keep shit here in order
We dont hang with lose lips
Got my hand on they neck
Nigga i gotta vice grip
Mcm shop whole lotta bands
Falling
Lil nigga i cant even peek at you
Your hoe acting stuck up we'll see
What this money do
Don't come for a nigga unless i done
Sent for you
I'm focusing in
On these big boy deposits
You act like ya got it
Boy you need to stop it
I heard that you really ain't got it
Designer clothes sit in my closet
How I get money gone be a closed topic
I'm living my life for the best of the
Best of it
It ain't bout money then it is irrelevant
Save myself for money
Like im pledging celibate
Key 23 out here he whipping the medicine
Pick up weight finally getting traction
They really ain't ready forreal
Yea they really aint readyy foreal
Nah they really ain't ready for real dawg
Key 23 it's A Keymix yea yea
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I really come up from nothin
I rose out the gutta
I come from a bucket
Im rising above it
Gave my last kiss to my
Mother beloved
Then hoped off the poarch
No one wished me well
But f*ck it i still gave 'em hell
Not down talking on the internet
That some weak nigga shit
We ain't into that
Im just worrried bout seeing this money stack
Trying to spend off a stack then i make it back
Pack pistol on me so i never lack
Im just headed out there money At
Need the check for the gang
I'm a bring it back
Blue strips
Money counters
And Benji stacks
Gotta check up and now
All these hoes attached
Gotta check up and now
All these hoes attached
Hit the road for
These shows had to do it like
Nike
Kosmo got me making movies like
Spike lee
Karate chop a brick i feel like Jet Li
Built up big body
Like a '97 chevy
Picked up some traction now im
Moving heavy
I really don't think that they ready,
I really don't think that they ready
Nah i really don't think that they ready
Never bitched out
Never took the hoe route
Take the hoe out the streets
But you can't take the hoe out
I peeped out you niggas
Who flex for a viewing
I keep this shit real i can't get
With That movement
Knew big bro would hand me
A brick and i move it
Keep shit here in order
We dont hang with lose lips
Got my hand on they neck
Nigga i gotta vice grip
Mcm shop whole lotta bands
Falling
Lil nigga i cant even peek at you
Your hoe acting stuck up we'll see
What this money do
Don't come for a nigga unless i done
Sent for you
I'm focusing in
On these big boy deposits
You act like ya got it
Boy you need to stop it
I heard that you really ain't got it
Designer clothes sit in my closet
How I get money gone be a closed topic
I'm living my life for the best of the
Best of it
It ain't bout money then it is irrelevant
Save myself for money
Like im pledging celibate
Key 23 out here he whipping the medicine
Pick up weight finally getting traction
They really ain't ready forreal
Yea they really aint readyy foreal
Nah they really ain't ready for real dawg
Key 23 it's A Keymix yea yea
I rose out the gutta
I come from a bucket
Im rising above it
Gave my last kiss to my
Mother beloved
Then hoped off the poarch
No one wished me well
But f*ck it i still gave 'em hell
Not down talking on the internet
That some weak nigga shit
We ain't into that
Im just worrried bout seeing this money stack
Trying to spend off a stack then i make it back
Pack pistol on me so i never lack
Im just headed out there money At
Need the check for the gang
I'm a bring it back
Blue strips
Money counters
And Benji stacks
Gotta check up and now
All these hoes attached
Gotta check up and now
All these hoes attached
Hit the road for
These shows had to do it like
Nike
Kosmo got me making movies like
Spike lee
Karate chop a brick i feel like Jet Li
Built up big body
Like a '97 chevy
Picked up some traction now im
Moving heavy
I really don't think that they ready,
I really don't think that they ready
Nah i really don't think that they ready
Never bitched out
Never took the hoe route
Take the hoe out the streets
But you can't take the hoe out
I peeped out you niggas
Who flex for a viewing
I keep this shit real i can't get
With That movement
Knew big bro would hand me
A brick and i move it
Keep shit here in order
We dont hang with lose lips
Got my hand on they neck
Nigga i gotta vice grip
Mcm shop whole lotta bands
Falling
Lil nigga i cant even peek at you
Your hoe acting stuck up we'll see
What this money do
Don't come for a nigga unless i done
Sent for you
I'm focusing in
On these big boy deposits
You act like ya got it
Boy you need to stop it
I heard that you really ain't got it
Designer clothes sit in my closet
How I get money gone be a closed topic
I'm living my life for the best of the
Best of it
It ain't bout money then it is irrelevant
Save myself for money
Like im pledging celibate
Key 23 out here he whipping the medicine
Pick up weight finally getting traction
They really ain't ready forreal
Yea they really aint readyy foreal
Nah they really ain't ready for real dawg
Key 23 it's A Keymix yea yea
Writer: Aaron Brown
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