It ain't the figures I'm in love with the game
Taught to go hard like the stones on my chain
Nigga think smart ain't no pleasure Without pain
Ain't no loss in what's to gain
Ain't nobody in my lane
All I want is bank, all the other shit is strange
Conscious Hold some Demons only Pounds gone stop pounding
Lost My Mind and never found it
Ain't no Smiling when you Drowning
Niggas 'bout this shit so if you bitch then get from 'round me
Don't do feelings I like to keep it Strictly business
Love I got it but got the Mind of the wicked
Stay authentic I swear these Other niggas different
And my loyalty real I respect it like it's religion
To much smoke got my mind and vision vivid
If it ain't 'bout doasters I don't think a nigga having it
Grew up in them cold winters used to never having shit
Pops had told me winners go get it, master the craftsmanship
Forget about the stagnant shit, Real Niggas build establishments
Bitch I'm wit the violence but I'm focused on a bag to spend
40 in the holster but got 30 in the magazine
Fell off with a couple I f*cked with and that shit sad to see
Never second guess about nothing what happened had to be
I smoke away my tragedies, spark it up fill my chest
Ain't nobody looking down on me, build it up till my death
Niggas envy me the mvp mentality keep 'em pressed
No feelings, 'cause feelings stress
A villain I been a threat
I'm Blowing pounds of that killer like I'm hoping on my death
Focused on making millions Thoughts of dough got me obsessed
I never let 'em get close and that's the code to my success
My vision lucid
I'm steady moving straight getting to it
If I ain't out here making this money I'm doing music
And if niggas try to play me a dummy, I'll do 'em stupid
Don't disregard it, An Artist but at heart another nuisance
Kid filled darkness My mind and soul already been influenced
I'm sipping Woc out the Sunkist poured up heavy on them juices
Niggas not ready for nothin my hitters ready for movement
If you not counting a sum then you niggas just on some goof shit
Losing
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It ain't the figures I'm in love with the game
Taught to go hard like the stones on my chain
Nigga think smart ain't no pleasure Without pain
Ain't no loss in what's to gain
Ain't nobody in my lane
All I want is bank, all the other shit is strange
Conscious Hold some Demons only Pounds gone stop pounding
Lost My Mind and never found it
Ain't no Smiling when you Drowning
Niggas 'bout this shit so if you bitch then get from 'round me
Don't do feelings I like to keep it Strictly business
Love I got it but got the Mind of the wicked
Stay authentic I swear these Other niggas different
And my loyalty real I respect it like it's religion
To much smoke got my mind and vision vivid
If it ain't 'bout doasters I don't think a nigga having it
Grew up in them cold winters used to never having shit
Pops had told me winners go get it, master the craftsmanship
Forget about the stagnant shit, Real Niggas build establishments
Bitch I'm wit the violence but I'm focused on a bag to spend
40 in the holster but got 30 in the magazine
Fell off with a couple I f*cked with and that shit sad to see
Never second guess about nothing what happened had to be
I smoke away my tragedies, spark it up fill my chest
Ain't nobody looking down on me, build it up till my death
Niggas envy me the mvp mentality keep 'em pressed
No feelings, 'cause feelings stress
A villain I been a threat
I'm Blowing pounds of that killer like I'm hoping on my death
Focused on making millions Thoughts of dough got me obsessed
I never let 'em get close and that's the code to my success
My vision lucid
I'm steady moving straight getting to it
If I ain't out here making this money I'm doing music
And if niggas try to play me a dummy, I'll do 'em stupid
Don't disregard it, An Artist but at heart another nuisance
Kid filled darkness My mind and soul already been influenced
I'm sipping Woc out the Sunkist poured up heavy on them juices
Niggas not ready for nothin my hitters ready for movement
If you not counting a sum then you niggas just on some goof shit
Losing
Taught to go hard like the stones on my chain
Nigga think smart ain't no pleasure Without pain
Ain't no loss in what's to gain
Ain't nobody in my lane
All I want is bank, all the other shit is strange
Conscious Hold some Demons only Pounds gone stop pounding
Lost My Mind and never found it
Ain't no Smiling when you Drowning
Niggas 'bout this shit so if you bitch then get from 'round me
Don't do feelings I like to keep it Strictly business
Love I got it but got the Mind of the wicked
Stay authentic I swear these Other niggas different
And my loyalty real I respect it like it's religion
To much smoke got my mind and vision vivid
If it ain't 'bout doasters I don't think a nigga having it
Grew up in them cold winters used to never having shit
Pops had told me winners go get it, master the craftsmanship
Forget about the stagnant shit, Real Niggas build establishments
Bitch I'm wit the violence but I'm focused on a bag to spend
40 in the holster but got 30 in the magazine
Fell off with a couple I f*cked with and that shit sad to see
Never second guess about nothing what happened had to be
I smoke away my tragedies, spark it up fill my chest
Ain't nobody looking down on me, build it up till my death
Niggas envy me the mvp mentality keep 'em pressed
No feelings, 'cause feelings stress
A villain I been a threat
I'm Blowing pounds of that killer like I'm hoping on my death
Focused on making millions Thoughts of dough got me obsessed
I never let 'em get close and that's the code to my success
My vision lucid
I'm steady moving straight getting to it
If I ain't out here making this money I'm doing music
And if niggas try to play me a dummy, I'll do 'em stupid
Don't disregard it, An Artist but at heart another nuisance
Kid filled darkness My mind and soul already been influenced
I'm sipping Woc out the Sunkist poured up heavy on them juices
Niggas not ready for nothin my hitters ready for movement
If you not counting a sum then you niggas just on some goof shit
Losing
Writer: Zachary Gomez
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