They don't make it where I'm from either
Hold that thought this the money season
Niggas got bad thoughts
For a good reason
No aim just pull up & start squeezing
Damn where the love at
The same place
Where Them drugs at
On them corner
Where Them thugs at
That shit old man Off that
I just take off and land
Never off set
2 shots of the quavo
Don't shit move
Til I say so
Summer 19
More killers on the payroll
Ayo play if you want too
You ain't nothing but a working
I can front you
Imma boss who you think
Niggas run too
Always on the go
Pick a city
I'll run threw
No I ain't average
Man I keep me a 7
No kaepernick
F*ck all that talking
We stacking chips
Free all my niggas
Behind them bricks
No really they got time
Behind them bricks
I use to have dreams off designer shit
And now I'm like f*ck
Gucci I'm tired of it
Dirty money but we polished it
Hammer on me then
I'm cocking it
They hating on me don't acknowledge it
I was n the trap but got outta it
I was into sports had a scholarship
Use to be n court
Like I'm tired of this
Shit wasn't adding up
Running outta work daily
Damn I never had enough
Niggas pick you up just to see you fall I ain't Falling for the shit at all
You play the game nigga be boss
If you see the money nigga take it all
When the pressure on
I'm making every call
Watching every move
Yea we count em all
Big checks yea i chase those
My old numbers I replace those
I'm Getting to it sticking to the code
Gotta hard stay n safe mode
I'm only here cause
They never told
Stand up nigga fold
Keep counting your bleeds
Get money f*ck bitches no stressing
Every L not a lost
Just lesson
I'm certified I took the street route
Uh
If ain't bout no money then what ya beef bout
At your door with the Millie on
My chain lit look like a city on
Block after block how we get it homie
Imma the big dawg
You the little homie
Not to mention
What you niggas owe
Yeah I left the game
But I still got it
Hall of fame Jersey n closet
Hood nigga I was n the project
Moving work turned into a project
I knew I had it
Even when they doubted
Now I'm on shit changed nigga
Hold it down for the gang nigga
I gotta do that
I'm certified nigga true that
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They don't make it where I'm from either
Hold that thought this the money season
Niggas got bad thoughts
For a good reason
No aim just pull up & start squeezing
Damn where the love at
The same place
Where Them drugs at
On them corner
Where Them thugs at
That shit old man Off that
I just take off and land
Never off set
2 shots of the quavo
Don't shit move
Til I say so
Summer 19
More killers on the payroll
Ayo play if you want too
You ain't nothing but a working
I can front you
Imma boss who you think
Niggas run too
Always on the go
Pick a city
I'll run threw
No I ain't average
Man I keep me a 7
No kaepernick
F*ck all that talking
We stacking chips
Free all my niggas
Behind them bricks
No really they got time
Behind them bricks
I use to have dreams off designer shit
And now I'm like f*ck
Gucci I'm tired of it
Dirty money but we polished it
Hammer on me then
I'm cocking it
They hating on me don't acknowledge it
I was n the trap but got outta it
I was into sports had a scholarship
Use to be n court
Like I'm tired of this
Shit wasn't adding up
Running outta work daily
Damn I never had enough
Niggas pick you up just to see you fall I ain't Falling for the shit at all
You play the game nigga be boss
If you see the money nigga take it all
When the pressure on
I'm making every call
Watching every move
Yea we count em all
Big checks yea i chase those
My old numbers I replace those
I'm Getting to it sticking to the code
Gotta hard stay n safe mode
I'm only here cause
They never told
Stand up nigga fold
Keep counting your bleeds
Get money f*ck bitches no stressing
Every L not a lost
Just lesson
I'm certified I took the street route
Uh
If ain't bout no money then what ya beef bout
At your door with the Millie on
My chain lit look like a city on
Block after block how we get it homie
Imma the big dawg
You the little homie
Not to mention
What you niggas owe
Yeah I left the game
But I still got it
Hall of fame Jersey n closet
Hood nigga I was n the project
Moving work turned into a project
I knew I had it
Even when they doubted
Now I'm on shit changed nigga
Hold it down for the gang nigga
I gotta do that
I'm certified nigga true that
Hold that thought this the money season
Niggas got bad thoughts
For a good reason
No aim just pull up & start squeezing
Damn where the love at
The same place
Where Them drugs at
On them corner
Where Them thugs at
That shit old man Off that
I just take off and land
Never off set
2 shots of the quavo
Don't shit move
Til I say so
Summer 19
More killers on the payroll
Ayo play if you want too
You ain't nothing but a working
I can front you
Imma boss who you think
Niggas run too
Always on the go
Pick a city
I'll run threw
No I ain't average
Man I keep me a 7
No kaepernick
F*ck all that talking
We stacking chips
Free all my niggas
Behind them bricks
No really they got time
Behind them bricks
I use to have dreams off designer shit
And now I'm like f*ck
Gucci I'm tired of it
Dirty money but we polished it
Hammer on me then
I'm cocking it
They hating on me don't acknowledge it
I was n the trap but got outta it
I was into sports had a scholarship
Use to be n court
Like I'm tired of this
Shit wasn't adding up
Running outta work daily
Damn I never had enough
Niggas pick you up just to see you fall I ain't Falling for the shit at all
You play the game nigga be boss
If you see the money nigga take it all
When the pressure on
I'm making every call
Watching every move
Yea we count em all
Big checks yea i chase those
My old numbers I replace those
I'm Getting to it sticking to the code
Gotta hard stay n safe mode
I'm only here cause
They never told
Stand up nigga fold
Keep counting your bleeds
Get money f*ck bitches no stressing
Every L not a lost
Just lesson
I'm certified I took the street route
Uh
If ain't bout no money then what ya beef bout
At your door with the Millie on
My chain lit look like a city on
Block after block how we get it homie
Imma the big dawg
You the little homie
Not to mention
What you niggas owe
Yeah I left the game
But I still got it
Hall of fame Jersey n closet
Hood nigga I was n the project
Moving work turned into a project
I knew I had it
Even when they doubted
Now I'm on shit changed nigga
Hold it down for the gang nigga
I gotta do that
I'm certified nigga true that
Writer: Brandon Sanders
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