Credence
Watch the whole team flex from The streets to the industry
Nigga ain't breathing if he ever Was my enemy
Giving em something new Niggas ain't ready for it
Why box nigga that's what the Dezzy for
If you thought I fell off nigga What you smoking on
Giving these suckas clout that's What they hoping on
My goons don't hesitate told you That we regulate
Sitting at the table with my bros Like we never ate
Trynna make a million off rap
If we don't make a million off That we'll making a million off Straps
You could get ya heart beat Stopped off waxx
Niggas ain't hard headed niggas Wear hard hats
It's a difference between real Niggas and real facts
Fake niggas say real shit on Tracks
Shit don't assume me
Never been a pookie 223 rounds Looking like a lucy
Keep something up my sleeve I Thought you knew me
Everything G 'd I don't rock Gucci
None of my friends is dead they Trynna cop a uzi
Back in 08 the strip was looking Like a movie
Back when we was firing
Now a brotha hiring caught a Body booked with the strap Never retired it
Quick to pull a nigga heart out Like iron-man
Rookie hitting shit out the park I Marc McGuire it
Bars like this don't come around Often
Niggas been pushing the rock Before Austin
Bout to take over the game like Spalding
Like hand checking Harden it'll Cost em
They been knew I had me glow Now I'm awesome welcome to My diary excuse me pardon
Nigga ain't breathing if he ever Was my enemy
Giving em something new Niggas ain't ready for it
Why box nigga that's what the Dezzy for
If you thought I fell off nigga What you smoking on
Giving these suckas clout that's What they hoping on
My goons don't hesitate told you That we regulate
Sitting at the table with my bros Like we never ate
Trynna make a million off rap
If we don't make a million off That we'll making a million off Straps
You could get ya heart beat Stopped off waxx
Niggas ain't hard headed niggas Wear hard hats
It's a difference between real Niggas and real facts
Fake niggas say real shit on Tracks
Shit don't assume me
Never been a pookie 223 rounds Looking like a lucy
Keep something up my sleeve I Thought you knew me
Everything G 'd I don't rock Gucci
None of my friends is dead they Trynna cop a uzi
Back in 08 the strip was looking Like a movie
Back when we was firing
Now a brotha hiring caught a Body booked with the strap Never retired it
Quick to pull a nigga heart out Like iron-man
Rookie hitting shit out the park I Marc McGuire it
Bars like this don't come around Often
Niggas been pushing the rock Before Austin
Bout to take over the game like Spalding
Like hand checking Harden it'll Cost em
They been knew I had me glow Now I'm awesome welcome to My diary excuse me pardon
Credits
Writer(s): Skeezy
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