Love?
Now
I don't never wanna hear y'all niggas hear you say you doubt this shit again
Look
Fake niggas don't show me love
And all you fake bitches, I don't want your hugs
I got this pistol with a gang of hundreds
In this drop Mercedes Benz gettin' dumb blunted
Don't be surprise if you don't get what you never wanted
I'm on my fifth fly whip when you never stunted
Never going broke funny 'cause I never budget
Lot of niggas 'round now that I never fuck with
That's why I'm in and out of town and out in other countries
It's like the less I come around, the more I get money
When I been catchin' wind lately that the feds want me
But I'm gon' keep getting rich or it's gonna get ugly
Told my momma I'm a gang bang graduate
Pioneered the transition of this crippin' wasn't easy nigga but I mastered it
That's why I still deliver raps so passionate
Build my own lane, ain't no nigga ever hand me shit
Slauson Ave. do you understand the averages?
The fact that I'm still standing speaks volumes to my savageness
We lust lavishness an aim for extravagance
Even if it's only temporary, at least we had this shit
I press the gas 'til 160 on the dash is hit
My bitch licked the blunt and passed the shit
Look, iPhone 4s and life on tour
Get five racks every night what's the price on yours
I'm down to splurge on my bitch, 'cause I don't wife no whores
Get the whole fall collection if she like that store
Baby, rhyme crazy, that's just how this life made me
Trust funds for Emani, in case this life take me
I live it to the fullest, never let this life break me
Thus far has been a cold demonstration
Number one question now is, "Did the fame the change me?"
Fucking right, young nigga, should I still be gang banging?
Wait, hold up, hold that thought, take these shots
And tell my niggas S.I.P. The Marathon don't stop
Before I sell my soul, I'll give my life
It's been a minute but we gon' get right
Watch, Hussle Music
I'm out here on a mission and I'm all alone
I'm far from where I'm goin' and I'm far from home
Somehow, I know I'm movin' in the right direction
My momma always told me I was gon' be special
I'm out here on a mission and I'm all alone
It's far from where I'm goin' and I'm far from home
Somehow, I know I'm movin' in the right direction
My momma always told me I was gon' be special
Hussle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The motherfuckin' marathon continues
TMC, nigga
Think I'ma drop two discs on you niggas this time
I feel I can keep goin'
I don't never wanna hear y'all niggas hear you say you doubt this shit again
Look
Fake niggas don't show me love
And all you fake bitches, I don't want your hugs
I got this pistol with a gang of hundreds
In this drop Mercedes Benz gettin' dumb blunted
Don't be surprise if you don't get what you never wanted
I'm on my fifth fly whip when you never stunted
Never going broke funny 'cause I never budget
Lot of niggas 'round now that I never fuck with
That's why I'm in and out of town and out in other countries
It's like the less I come around, the more I get money
When I been catchin' wind lately that the feds want me
But I'm gon' keep getting rich or it's gonna get ugly
Told my momma I'm a gang bang graduate
Pioneered the transition of this crippin' wasn't easy nigga but I mastered it
That's why I still deliver raps so passionate
Build my own lane, ain't no nigga ever hand me shit
Slauson Ave. do you understand the averages?
The fact that I'm still standing speaks volumes to my savageness
We lust lavishness an aim for extravagance
Even if it's only temporary, at least we had this shit
I press the gas 'til 160 on the dash is hit
My bitch licked the blunt and passed the shit
Look, iPhone 4s and life on tour
Get five racks every night what's the price on yours
I'm down to splurge on my bitch, 'cause I don't wife no whores
Get the whole fall collection if she like that store
Baby, rhyme crazy, that's just how this life made me
Trust funds for Emani, in case this life take me
I live it to the fullest, never let this life break me
Thus far has been a cold demonstration
Number one question now is, "Did the fame the change me?"
Fucking right, young nigga, should I still be gang banging?
Wait, hold up, hold that thought, take these shots
And tell my niggas S.I.P. The Marathon don't stop
Before I sell my soul, I'll give my life
It's been a minute but we gon' get right
Watch, Hussle Music
I'm out here on a mission and I'm all alone
I'm far from where I'm goin' and I'm far from home
Somehow, I know I'm movin' in the right direction
My momma always told me I was gon' be special
I'm out here on a mission and I'm all alone
It's far from where I'm goin' and I'm far from home
Somehow, I know I'm movin' in the right direction
My momma always told me I was gon' be special
Hussle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The motherfuckin' marathon continues
TMC, nigga
Think I'ma drop two discs on you niggas this time
I feel I can keep goin'
Credits
Writer(s): Shonie Osumanu, Unknown Writer
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