Non-Fiction

I can't worry bot no comments
Or actually care wat people say
Even do shit wit their day
I get tired of hearin gossip
Nigga just live out ur day
Every action has reaction
Gets took care of either way
Just stack up all ur bread
& Make sure dat ur family Straight
Create don't imitate
I take my pain & picture paint
Handle shit without complaints
Ima savage & a saint
I won't be satisfied until
I got more money den a bank
& Niggas dats always hiding
Change ur name to Anne frank
How u a dealer & rat?
I'll never grasp how y'all think
Nowadays I pitty da fool
Mr. t wit gold chains
Nowadays I can't see u fools
U got left in da slow lane
Ima rap
Superstar
Choke slam u like Kane
She on my nuts cuz I'm hot
Live what I rap mane
I'm getting quap
From the block
Got my name
From the dope game
Sold rocks caine, & lean but fell In love
Wit Mary Jane
Made more money by myself
Than I ever did wit a team
To many factors in the equation
Fucks up the whole scheme
Don't have time to force Nobody
Leave if u can't the dream
Shiit but niggas goin b niggas
Now I take the the extreme
Malcolm X reincarnated
I'm willing die for my beliefs
I grip tight like some cleats
Wen there's war there' no Retreat
Feed me rappers or feed me Beats
Won't stop til mission complete
I'm more solid than concrete
I'm upfront don't do deceit
Execute da plan & it'll succeed
Mention Laylo up there
Wit da fucking elite's
I overcame my defeats
I make currency all thru da Streets
I asked God for a change
He said your past is your receipt
I'm to exquisite
I gotta get it
Run up them digits
If that is ur mrs
I might've hit it
Paid her a nice visit
I got da ticket
Looked up & said
That's my only limit
God



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Writer(s): S.o. Laylo
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