My cousin told me to make a track for the radio
I'd be a silly hoe to do it
Artists want all the control with their musik
Doin that you start to lose it
It wont be as fluent
You start losing the soul, cus the music's for you no more
Said the truth is a drug, you can overdose
Only deal with the real, no Pinocchio
Betta kno that I'm gonna make it tho
That youngin with the bird chest gone fly
They tell me get my weight up but I gotta stay light
You need to use your mind so you can see what aint in sight
They just stuck on the hype
You need to get it together, cuz I feel a lil more tame
Yea, I need to get it together, because the world's insane
I'm on a mission, tho, its feeling like an overdose
Gotta klear some data before I really start to overload
But they say that no memory drive can matxh the brain
They disrupted your instinxts and kept everyone slaves
And they wonder why these people goin renegade
I do what I do to keep my mind right
Hustle everyday to keep my shit tight
They be hatin on me but they don't know
I be making hits without the radio
I'm not the do anything to get on type
I'm the do me until I'm on type
Got me spittin verses and that's on sight
In the crosshairs that's on sight
Got a long pipe and a snub nose
Mean I'm smoking pack while I'm smoking rats
Strapped up I just left the cove, and in my defense I was on attack
Cuz aint nobody really got your back
Like them axels on that Cadillack
While it was sittin on four flats
No while it was sittin on four bricks
Young ones tryna hit a lick
Stealin some wheels for a glock and stick
Hold on my brother I need to piss
Saw twelve komin didn't say shit
Jumped in the raveen yea that big ditch
If we got jammed yea you would snitch
Tried to leave niggas hanging, yea
Shoulda beat you left you laying there
I aint hearing what you saying, no
Run up them bands, that's how it go
No drug dealer, I'm a hood pro
Want the dough like Pillsbury, tho
I do what I do to keep my mind right
Hustle everyday to keep my shit tight
They be hatin on me but they don't know
I be making hits without the radio
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My cousin told me to make a track for the radio
I'd be a silly hoe to do it
Artists want all the control with their musik
Doin that you start to lose it
It wont be as fluent
You start losing the soul, cus the music's for you no more
Said the truth is a drug, you can overdose
Only deal with the real, no Pinocchio
Betta kno that I'm gonna make it tho
That youngin with the bird chest gone fly
They tell me get my weight up but I gotta stay light
You need to use your mind so you can see what aint in sight
They just stuck on the hype
You need to get it together, cuz I feel a lil more tame
Yea, I need to get it together, because the world's insane
I'm on a mission, tho, its feeling like an overdose
Gotta klear some data before I really start to overload
But they say that no memory drive can matxh the brain
They disrupted your instinxts and kept everyone slaves
And they wonder why these people goin renegade
I do what I do to keep my mind right
Hustle everyday to keep my shit tight
They be hatin on me but they don't know
I be making hits without the radio
I'm not the do anything to get on type
I'm the do me until I'm on type
Got me spittin verses and that's on sight
In the crosshairs that's on sight
Got a long pipe and a snub nose
Mean I'm smoking pack while I'm smoking rats
Strapped up I just left the cove, and in my defense I was on attack
Cuz aint nobody really got your back
Like them axels on that Cadillack
While it was sittin on four flats
No while it was sittin on four bricks
Young ones tryna hit a lick
Stealin some wheels for a glock and stick
Hold on my brother I need to piss
Saw twelve komin didn't say shit
Jumped in the raveen yea that big ditch
If we got jammed yea you would snitch
Tried to leave niggas hanging, yea
Shoulda beat you left you laying there
I aint hearing what you saying, no
Run up them bands, that's how it go
No drug dealer, I'm a hood pro
Want the dough like Pillsbury, tho
I do what I do to keep my mind right
Hustle everyday to keep my shit tight
They be hatin on me but they don't know
I be making hits without the radio
I'd be a silly hoe to do it
Artists want all the control with their musik
Doin that you start to lose it
It wont be as fluent
You start losing the soul, cus the music's for you no more
Said the truth is a drug, you can overdose
Only deal with the real, no Pinocchio
Betta kno that I'm gonna make it tho
That youngin with the bird chest gone fly
They tell me get my weight up but I gotta stay light
You need to use your mind so you can see what aint in sight
They just stuck on the hype
You need to get it together, cuz I feel a lil more tame
Yea, I need to get it together, because the world's insane
I'm on a mission, tho, its feeling like an overdose
Gotta klear some data before I really start to overload
But they say that no memory drive can matxh the brain
They disrupted your instinxts and kept everyone slaves
And they wonder why these people goin renegade
I do what I do to keep my mind right
Hustle everyday to keep my shit tight
They be hatin on me but they don't know
I be making hits without the radio
I'm not the do anything to get on type
I'm the do me until I'm on type
Got me spittin verses and that's on sight
In the crosshairs that's on sight
Got a long pipe and a snub nose
Mean I'm smoking pack while I'm smoking rats
Strapped up I just left the cove, and in my defense I was on attack
Cuz aint nobody really got your back
Like them axels on that Cadillack
While it was sittin on four flats
No while it was sittin on four bricks
Young ones tryna hit a lick
Stealin some wheels for a glock and stick
Hold on my brother I need to piss
Saw twelve komin didn't say shit
Jumped in the raveen yea that big ditch
If we got jammed yea you would snitch
Tried to leave niggas hanging, yea
Shoulda beat you left you laying there
I aint hearing what you saying, no
Run up them bands, that's how it go
No drug dealer, I'm a hood pro
Want the dough like Pillsbury, tho
I do what I do to keep my mind right
Hustle everyday to keep my shit tight
They be hatin on me but they don't know
I be making hits without the radio
Writer: TUDARRIO WILLIS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave