Definition
Aint nothing left to say though
So why say it
We Do this fun a little something like this
My nigga don't be like me be yourself
One foot in the streets I'm balancing on stilts
I'm challenging all comers I'm placing in all bets
I put it all on faith ain't nothing I got left
You comfortable sitting still I'm grinding I got next
So give me the money money I do what I do best
You niggas clearly its over I'm back with a new networth
Its steady coming in daily like a connect work
She so amazed so she step on my J's
The crowd scream so loud when they giving us praise
And the loud got me floatin away
My man tell me keep it live like he going away
And everyday I know them hopers is hoping my talent go away
But if I got a say I ain't going today
It's too much on the plate
I aint holding your weight
Take a bunch of wack rappers and throw em away
Believe you me
Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me
This shit ain't sweet this how I eat
This my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats
So why you thuggin when you keepin it sweet
This ain't no beef
This how I eat
Nigga this shit ain't sweet
I know I'm big bank rollin for time stops
Until I catch a cold in a pine box
Its all a game that we just playin
Just a score wit no time clock
Fortified now these rhymes I rhyme now im immortalize
You cant Revive Hip Hop just cause you thought it died
The way I ride shit on these shit niggas like porta pot
Call em DMV's Mordecai
You outta order
Just a porter for the water slide
Your rhymes is borderline
I know im more than what you want me to be
And comfort you but im comfortable me
This how I eat and realize sometimes that these ends don't meet
And how you in the game wit terrain no cleets
They run a sweep you just slide in the fans seats
Screaming you so prepared but its clear that you cant be
Better stay over there for my killers get antsy
And turn this into summer of sam three
Ya understand me
Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me
This shit ain't sweet this how I eat
This my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats
So why you thuggin when you keepin it sweet
This ain't no beef
This how I eat
Nigga this shit ain't sweet
So why say it
We Do this fun a little something like this
My nigga don't be like me be yourself
One foot in the streets I'm balancing on stilts
I'm challenging all comers I'm placing in all bets
I put it all on faith ain't nothing I got left
You comfortable sitting still I'm grinding I got next
So give me the money money I do what I do best
You niggas clearly its over I'm back with a new networth
Its steady coming in daily like a connect work
She so amazed so she step on my J's
The crowd scream so loud when they giving us praise
And the loud got me floatin away
My man tell me keep it live like he going away
And everyday I know them hopers is hoping my talent go away
But if I got a say I ain't going today
It's too much on the plate
I aint holding your weight
Take a bunch of wack rappers and throw em away
Believe you me
Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me
This shit ain't sweet this how I eat
This my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats
So why you thuggin when you keepin it sweet
This ain't no beef
This how I eat
Nigga this shit ain't sweet
I know I'm big bank rollin for time stops
Until I catch a cold in a pine box
Its all a game that we just playin
Just a score wit no time clock
Fortified now these rhymes I rhyme now im immortalize
You cant Revive Hip Hop just cause you thought it died
The way I ride shit on these shit niggas like porta pot
Call em DMV's Mordecai
You outta order
Just a porter for the water slide
Your rhymes is borderline
I know im more than what you want me to be
And comfort you but im comfortable me
This how I eat and realize sometimes that these ends don't meet
And how you in the game wit terrain no cleets
They run a sweep you just slide in the fans seats
Screaming you so prepared but its clear that you cant be
Better stay over there for my killers get antsy
And turn this into summer of sam three
Ya understand me
Its more to me than what these videos see
I do my best to give all you me
This shit ain't sweet this how I eat
This my J-O-B
And most these niggas soundin fake on these beats
So why you thuggin when you keepin it sweet
This ain't no beef
This how I eat
Nigga this shit ain't sweet
Credits
Writer(s): Norris Jenkins
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