Goin' On
No matter what we going thru whatever going on
We get the dope and make it flip until we get it gone
We don't go back cuz ain't no point see we just moving on
And we don't sleep cuz we just grind see we don't even yawn
I know a lot shit done changd but so have I
I see they eyes, they hating me and I see why
You see my life, this who am I under the the ice
You see me ride, see what I drive then criticize
They see my Beamer, and then they see a fucking beaner
Look at me now 3 felonies 8 misdemeanor
That don't mean nothing thats the least cuz I seen way much cleaner
But I feel proud cuz we use to post up at the fina
You should've seen us, you prolly did you prolly shopped
Oh that your Bm, oh what's her name she prolly bopped
Oh that's your patna I heard he snitched when he got popped
But I fuck with you and we won't let the money stop
We keep it going, we keep on grinding keep on growing
We got that water is so much we just keep on rowing
I ain't controlling, that's why she fuck me when I want
My life a movie, thats going on and going on
No matter what we going thru whatever going on
We get the dope and make it flip until we get it gone
We don't go back cuz ain't no point see we just moving on
And we don't sleep cuz we just grind see we don't even yawn
I done sold out all the white and it even dawn
U could Bring me jewelry for the work but meet at the the pawn
We could put a busta on the shirt and a cross across the lawn
Any kind of nervousness I'll pop me off so keep it calm
Ain't no hiding we ain't sadam, if he stealing we cutting his arm
When you walk in you getting disarmed, and we talking money so don't get alarmed
Life is a bitch just like karma
I'm on my ps and my qs so don't get me started
I'm from the grove we retarded
It's me Killa I go the hardest, and when I spit I'm cold hearted
And ima wreck it regardless, so turn it up it's a party
I cud hit em with the shotty make em take a potty
And that's for anybody just know that I got it
I don't think you want it, we cud get it popping Choppa
Keep it chopping we ain't counting body's, we living like gotti dipping in a Audi
All my bitches naughty just a bunching a hotties
How the fuck you keep on jocking and you keep on watching boy you need a hobby
I take the profit then pocket, I'm taking off like a rocket
Money in my ocular socket, I get the beat then I bless it and rock it
We get the dope and make it flip until we get it gone
We don't go back cuz ain't no point see we just moving on
And we don't sleep cuz we just grind see we don't even yawn
I know a lot shit done changd but so have I
I see they eyes, they hating me and I see why
You see my life, this who am I under the the ice
You see me ride, see what I drive then criticize
They see my Beamer, and then they see a fucking beaner
Look at me now 3 felonies 8 misdemeanor
That don't mean nothing thats the least cuz I seen way much cleaner
But I feel proud cuz we use to post up at the fina
You should've seen us, you prolly did you prolly shopped
Oh that your Bm, oh what's her name she prolly bopped
Oh that's your patna I heard he snitched when he got popped
But I fuck with you and we won't let the money stop
We keep it going, we keep on grinding keep on growing
We got that water is so much we just keep on rowing
I ain't controlling, that's why she fuck me when I want
My life a movie, thats going on and going on
No matter what we going thru whatever going on
We get the dope and make it flip until we get it gone
We don't go back cuz ain't no point see we just moving on
And we don't sleep cuz we just grind see we don't even yawn
I done sold out all the white and it even dawn
U could Bring me jewelry for the work but meet at the the pawn
We could put a busta on the shirt and a cross across the lawn
Any kind of nervousness I'll pop me off so keep it calm
Ain't no hiding we ain't sadam, if he stealing we cutting his arm
When you walk in you getting disarmed, and we talking money so don't get alarmed
Life is a bitch just like karma
I'm on my ps and my qs so don't get me started
I'm from the grove we retarded
It's me Killa I go the hardest, and when I spit I'm cold hearted
And ima wreck it regardless, so turn it up it's a party
I cud hit em with the shotty make em take a potty
And that's for anybody just know that I got it
I don't think you want it, we cud get it popping Choppa
Keep it chopping we ain't counting body's, we living like gotti dipping in a Audi
All my bitches naughty just a bunching a hotties
How the fuck you keep on jocking and you keep on watching boy you need a hobby
I take the profit then pocket, I'm taking off like a rocket
Money in my ocular socket, I get the beat then I bless it and rock it
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Writer(s): Jesus Franco
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