Left wrist ace of spades,
Gold bezel presidential
I been the big homie
You can run my credentials
Young hustler from the dirt
Came out polished and clean
We pushed product as the means for us to follow our dreams
And the game ain't what it seems,
But I can't leave it alone
I been breezing through the scene,
My left hand on the chrome
And I'm just tryna make it home,
I ain't looking for beef
I'm just tryna make a dollar,
I'm just looking to eat
I want the Penthouse suite,
Bridge views and sunny skies
What a nigga gotta do to get a piece of the pie?
To make sure we all survive, I'll do whatever's required
I'm running base, but I don't get tired
I'm Billy Hamilton
The work get dismantled
Any problems, we gon handle em
I'm tryna make a way for my mans and them
It's a struggle
Cold nights in the field,
Calling plays without a huddle
We gotta score now
Last down, it's all or nothing
KINDU - NO HUDDLE Lyrics
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Left wrist ace of spades,
Gold bezel presidential
I been the big homie
You can run my credentials
Young hustler from the dirt
Came out polished and clean
We pushed product as the means for us to follow our dreams
And the game ain't what it seems,
But I can't leave it alone
I been breezing through the scene,
My left hand on the chrome
And I'm just tryna make it home,
I ain't looking for beef
I'm just tryna make a dollar,
I'm just looking to eat
I want the Penthouse suite,
Bridge views and sunny skies
What a nigga gotta do to get a piece of the pie?
To make sure we all survive, I'll do whatever's required
I'm running base, but I don't get tired
I'm Billy Hamilton
The work get dismantled
Any problems, we gon handle em
I'm tryna make a way for my mans and them
It's a struggle
Cold nights in the field,
Calling plays without a huddle
We gotta score now
Last down, it's all or nothing
Gold bezel presidential
I been the big homie
You can run my credentials
Young hustler from the dirt
Came out polished and clean
We pushed product as the means for us to follow our dreams
And the game ain't what it seems,
But I can't leave it alone
I been breezing through the scene,
My left hand on the chrome
And I'm just tryna make it home,
I ain't looking for beef
I'm just tryna make a dollar,
I'm just looking to eat
I want the Penthouse suite,
Bridge views and sunny skies
What a nigga gotta do to get a piece of the pie?
To make sure we all survive, I'll do whatever's required
I'm running base, but I don't get tired
I'm Billy Hamilton
The work get dismantled
Any problems, we gon handle em
I'm tryna make a way for my mans and them
It's a struggle
Cold nights in the field,
Calling plays without a huddle
We gotta score now
Last down, it's all or nothing
Writer: Dejuan Crooks, Marquise McKine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid