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On a time or two, offer these niggas too much time
They gonn' tell
I'ma grind by myself, couple lines of the lane
And the libra, my halo, I ain't tryina take an ill
Taught the loss then I learned what I bought bitch I earn
Fake rap niggas steady lying to themselves
Couple mice and gold my feel time making bill
To my fm got my 9 on my belt
No GPS help me find myself
Lit this on my heart all the time is the love
Eyes all drugged no crying no help
Winners don't quit, that's why I won't fail
Yeah, and I know all about being fucked up
Won't nobody give nothing, call it tough love
No joke, it will break a nigga's spirit when he broke
That's the shit that taught me how to orse

(x2)
MEANWHILE, the bills still coming
I ain't got no money, I could feel it in my stomach
I ain't chillin' till nigga get a million every month
Yeah with them and it's nothing like I feel the years coming

My balls and my word that's all I have
Now I don't trust shit, you can fault my past
The money bring temporary friends and hoes
I've been through the mud and it taught my ass
Dirty is the times I don't know I'm in
All that work and I never clocked in
Can't do nothing but shake my head
When I think about all of the money I spent
Tupper seat 10 on that black 550
For a nigga come get me, he gonn' have to dive with me
AR 15 shouting up the ride with me
I'm too ??? but to rode about Bentley
Think your daughter could have bought two
Still getting 3 or 4 for a while then
I lost money, lost friends, lost love and loved ones
No wonder why I got lost screws

(x2)
MEANWHILE, the bills still coming
I ain't got no money, I could feel it in my stomach
I ain't chillin' till nigga get a million every month
Yeah with them and it's nothing like I feel the years coming

Blow smoke in the air, I got p's everywhere
Worse that every bitch just won't stay out of my air
I woke up feeling like the player of the year
I put your syrup down, now pour a glass of Belvedere
You ever been fucked up nigga? Hell yeah
Then why go so hard on these fuck niggas
Meanwhile I'm looking for a style and some bad ???
I'm fucked up and I'm mental, I don't trust niggas!
My childhood was a wild hood
Niggas getting murked in our hood
This life that we living nigga shit it ain't all good
4 grams of that super cooking in my back wood
Jury bash full of gold but I used to play in mud
When I pull up in the hood, now the bitches wanting wood
If she rolling weed good, I got a bitch apparent oh
Still jump out on the block with my niggas smoking blunts

(x2)
MEANWHILE, the bills still coming
I ain't got no money, I could feel it in my stomach
I ain't chillin' till nigga get a million every month
Yeah with them and it's nothing like I feel the years coming

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