On 58

On 58 nigga we was hungry
I know these people ain't really my homie
That's why I stay true to my money
Run wit hittas gorillas they coming
Free lil los and lil Sherman 100
Going far ion need shit televised
Cause I do shit for my family
My girl say it's hard withstand me
She a freak but I'm chasing these grammies
I use to really hit the block wit the kin
Money and Marcus and cam
If you ask me I'll do it again
Started rapping when I turned 10
Big bro said no stoppin no pausing now
Need 100 in a safe at my momma house
Had no booth had the closest at my granny house
No we can't hurt no more
No more duplexes we straight flexing when we hit the Store
A lot weight sitting on my shoulders I could never fold
Got some demeazons in mind my heart hella cold
I done took ls had to get back off my ass
They hate when I win that's why I put my foot on the gas
Protected by real ones who spraying
423 yeah you that's the land
Playing up that bag I'm like Shaq on my pivot
I'm like shaq on my pivot
I got back on my grind it's been cold in the city
Load a few up if you buck you gone get it
Fuck a rolls Royce
I be rari whipping
In the day light
I be lane switching
Living to fast I can't hold up
I'm in my bag watch my Glo up
24 karrots know we living lavish can't stress bout a thing we just pour up
Jump like Levine when we go up
I don't take beams I just roll up
Knew my whole life I would have it
Oh my god rip Ashley
Run up them digits Fuck up the city
This music shit really my passion
12 grade they was laughing
All y'all niggas cappin
This music shit really my passion



Credits
Writer(s): Sharone Tatum
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