No Hook
Niga
All y'all ngas speaking on my nga name
My nga up now on god
My nga
All them ngas in school
That was talkin on my nga
My nga made it on god
My nga money Millzz thas what I'm talkin bout
Fuck y'all ngas talkin bout
Best rapper out the town
Well yo bitch hit my line
Told her fw the gang
Cuz my ngas insane
They put u in ya place
Fw ngas
That ain't caught a body
But if you start trippin
Hit you In ya brain
Stacking my chips
I got all of my lays
Heard these boys is trippin
Cuz we gettin paid
But if I ain't slippin
And my ngas get it
Then we gettin to it
That's all I can say
Don't worry my nga
Cuz this ain't a race
U just gotta keep grindin
Jus stay on yo pace
And if I wasn't focused
My weed wasn't potent
Then i don't know
What I be doin today
Free the real ngas
That's locked in the cage
Doin so many years
N they treat em like slaves
Promised my mama
And all of my ngas
That u gone be here when I'm hittin the stage
I'm doin this shit
Till I'm down in the grave
And fuck Whatchu think
Cuz I'm jus trynna get paid
For the love of the money
Seen ngas act funny
To keep it a hunnid
I can't do the same
Got a new bitch
N her name Mary Jane
Whenever we fuck
I be feelin insane
I'm all in my zone
Got me losing control
Bitch I'm the man
And it's fuck Whatchu say
They said that we slippin
Well they must be trippin
Cuz I been up grindin for hours n days
I promise my haters
Whoever ain't wit us
That u gone be sick
When I'm ridin the wraith
This is my story
Ho Don't turn the page
Fuck how u feel
U gone hear what I say
I been up
Grindin for minutes an hours n months
N I can't even remember the day
Bitch I been ballin
Can call me james harden
Smokin that shit
That u grow in the garden
No time to waste
We cannot take a loss
I can't fall for u bitch
I don't know what you started
When you in ya bag
Some ngas get mad
Make sure you watch out for
Snakes in the garden
With all a my ngas
The team is forever
And Shoutout to ross
Bro jus look what you started
Yuh
Nah nga he puttin on for the city
Fuck y'all weak ass ngas on god
We finna make it out
Ngas on big moves now nga
Fuck y'all ngas mean nga
We made it out it's over nga
All y'all ngas speaking on my nga name
My nga up now on god
My nga
All them ngas in school
That was talkin on my nga
My nga made it on god
My nga money Millzz thas what I'm talkin bout
Fuck y'all ngas talkin bout
Best rapper out the town
Well yo bitch hit my line
Told her fw the gang
Cuz my ngas insane
They put u in ya place
Fw ngas
That ain't caught a body
But if you start trippin
Hit you In ya brain
Stacking my chips
I got all of my lays
Heard these boys is trippin
Cuz we gettin paid
But if I ain't slippin
And my ngas get it
Then we gettin to it
That's all I can say
Don't worry my nga
Cuz this ain't a race
U just gotta keep grindin
Jus stay on yo pace
And if I wasn't focused
My weed wasn't potent
Then i don't know
What I be doin today
Free the real ngas
That's locked in the cage
Doin so many years
N they treat em like slaves
Promised my mama
And all of my ngas
That u gone be here when I'm hittin the stage
I'm doin this shit
Till I'm down in the grave
And fuck Whatchu think
Cuz I'm jus trynna get paid
For the love of the money
Seen ngas act funny
To keep it a hunnid
I can't do the same
Got a new bitch
N her name Mary Jane
Whenever we fuck
I be feelin insane
I'm all in my zone
Got me losing control
Bitch I'm the man
And it's fuck Whatchu say
They said that we slippin
Well they must be trippin
Cuz I been up grindin for hours n days
I promise my haters
Whoever ain't wit us
That u gone be sick
When I'm ridin the wraith
This is my story
Ho Don't turn the page
Fuck how u feel
U gone hear what I say
I been up
Grindin for minutes an hours n months
N I can't even remember the day
Bitch I been ballin
Can call me james harden
Smokin that shit
That u grow in the garden
No time to waste
We cannot take a loss
I can't fall for u bitch
I don't know what you started
When you in ya bag
Some ngas get mad
Make sure you watch out for
Snakes in the garden
With all a my ngas
The team is forever
And Shoutout to ross
Bro jus look what you started
Yuh
Nah nga he puttin on for the city
Fuck y'all weak ass ngas on god
We finna make it out
Ngas on big moves now nga
Fuck y'all ngas mean nga
We made it out it's over nga
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Writer(s): Amaha Million
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