Gassed Up

I ain't nothing like the lames that you Gas up
I be Grinding for that bread to get My stacks up
Stop comparing me to them cause They don't add up
I don't understand why you hating That you mad fa
I ain't nothing like the lames that you Gas up
I be Grinding for that bread to get My stacks up
Stop comparing me to them cause They don't add up
I don't understand why you hating What you mad fa

I ain't no gangsta or no goon imma Man
I'm going down for self defense if You never force my hand
I'm just in it for da money I just hope You understand
If said it then I meant it fam and Cheddar get you stamped
Don't play with me
I be on my grind more than a waiter Be
For my service here the ticket gone And pay the fee
And Can't nobody stop the mission Ut's engraved in me
So I aint ever stopping til I rest in Peace
I'm bout my pension
I told you that imma get it
If you ain't my day ones
Ain't no jugg i ain't no friendly
I was born in the flats
But I was raised in the city
Independent I be Dropping
Bossing up I know I'm winning

I ain't nothing like the lames that you Gas up
I be Grinding for that bread to get My stacks up
Stop comparing me to them cause They don't add up
I don't understand why you hating What you mad fa
I ain't nothing like the lames that you Gas up
I be Grinding for that bread to get My stacks up
Stop comparing me to them cause They don't add up
I don't understand why you hating What you mad fa

All gas no brakes
Hands down no debate
If they hate let them hate
More food on my plate
I need a house by a lake
Akers with a Gate
Eating lobster with the steak
Bottom line get paid
Aye!
I ain't signing a deal unless the Nusiness str8
I want 8 figures on one check now That's a figure 8
Everything that you hearing the Sound that I created
And I don't slide with no leeches you Getting amputated
I got winners in the field stuck off in The matrix
I'm coming live from the closet
Product of the basement
Everything I do legit
Right off every payment
Sick like the flu with the flo
I know that it's contagious

I ain't nothing like the lames that you Gas up
I be Grinding for that bread to get My stacks up
Stop comparing me to them cause They don't add up
I don't understand why you hating What you mad fa
I ain't nothing like the lames that you Gas up
I be Grinding for that bread to get My stacks up
Stop comparing me to them cause They don't add up
I don't understand why you hating What you mad fa



Credits
Writer(s): Errick Ellis
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