How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
All my life, I had to man up
Shoutout to my nigga E, he taught me how to run them bands up
These niggas watchin', yeah, they fans, huh
You the type to get to singin', my nigga, soon as you jammed up
I'm the type, when I walk in, niggas, stand up
You was the nigga in class, raisin' your hand up
The people hatin', they can't stand us
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like he fanned up, nigga
Rich is gangsta, nigga And if you ever shitted on me, boy, I thank you, niggaa
Cause ever since then, I been droppin' them bangers, nigga
Boy, don't move the wrong way, cause I'll flame you, niggaa
How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
To get that pop, you gotta grind, there ain't no in-between I'm sippin' juice, I spilt my line, I'm havin' lucid dreams
I love the purple, but today I'm sippin' on that green I love the fetty, I love the f*ckin' rush, it's somethin' bout that cheese
And niggas talkin' like my dog, the main one bite the cheese I had to take a different route and get it by any means
I'm the type, they get the bands and split it with the team You the type, they get the bands and say this shit for me
Young nigga shot callin', I'm tryna be the best I'm so ducked off in the game, so I don't see the ref
Tryna ease away the pain, so I can be my best Livin' here, better think right, them boys at your chest
Life chess, ain't checkers, better play it smart Pops told me, young age, you gotta play your cards
Jack you get dealt with Any nigga hate on game, he gon' catch a death wish
How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
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How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
All my life, I had to man up
Shoutout to my nigga E, he taught me how to run them bands up
These niggas watchin', yeah, they fans, huh
You the type to get to singin', my nigga, soon as you jammed up
I'm the type, when I walk in, niggas, stand up
You was the nigga in class, raisin' your hand up
The people hatin', they can't stand us
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like he fanned up, nigga
Rich is gangsta, nigga And if you ever shitted on me, boy, I thank you, niggaa
Cause ever since then, I been droppin' them bangers, nigga
Boy, don't move the wrong way, cause I'll flame you, niggaa
How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
To get that pop, you gotta grind, there ain't no in-between I'm sippin' juice, I spilt my line, I'm havin' lucid dreams
I love the purple, but today I'm sippin' on that green I love the fetty, I love the f*ckin' rush, it's somethin' bout that cheese
And niggas talkin' like my dog, the main one bite the cheese I had to take a different route and get it by any means
I'm the type, they get the bands and split it with the team You the type, they get the bands and say this shit for me
Young nigga shot callin', I'm tryna be the best I'm so ducked off in the game, so I don't see the ref
Tryna ease away the pain, so I can be my best Livin' here, better think right, them boys at your chest
Life chess, ain't checkers, better play it smart Pops told me, young age, you gotta play your cards
Jack you get dealt with Any nigga hate on game, he gon' catch a death wish
How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
All my life, I had to man up
Shoutout to my nigga E, he taught me how to run them bands up
These niggas watchin', yeah, they fans, huh
You the type to get to singin', my nigga, soon as you jammed up
I'm the type, when I walk in, niggas, stand up
You was the nigga in class, raisin' your hand up
The people hatin', they can't stand us
That's why your favorite rapper actin' like he fanned up, nigga
Rich is gangsta, nigga And if you ever shitted on me, boy, I thank you, niggaa
Cause ever since then, I been droppin' them bangers, nigga
Boy, don't move the wrong way, cause I'll flame you, niggaa
How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
To get that pop, you gotta grind, there ain't no in-between I'm sippin' juice, I spilt my line, I'm havin' lucid dreams
I love the purple, but today I'm sippin' on that green I love the fetty, I love the f*ckin' rush, it's somethin' bout that cheese
And niggas talkin' like my dog, the main one bite the cheese I had to take a different route and get it by any means
I'm the type, they get the bands and split it with the team You the type, they get the bands and say this shit for me
Young nigga shot callin', I'm tryna be the best I'm so ducked off in the game, so I don't see the ref
Tryna ease away the pain, so I can be my best Livin' here, better think right, them boys at your chest
Life chess, ain't checkers, better play it smart Pops told me, young age, you gotta play your cards
Jack you get dealt with Any nigga hate on game, he gon' catch a death wish
How you feel, nigga, tell me what up, nigga, what happened
Real nigga, never had a way, but made it happen
Broke niggaa, you can't fathom the dreams I was havin
I'm a hustler, before it forward, you go backwards
Niggas like to talk until they hear them guns clappin'
Fifty in the month, that kinda bread I'm chasin' after
Two one four, the gang, and I preach it like a pastor
Money comin' dozens, that's the greatest comin' factor, nigga
Writer: Steven Lombrage
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid