No Decline
Regulation ain't enough I put in overtime
10 out of 10 I'll take a n*gga life over mine
5 years on down the road you won't see no decline
I swear to God ima touch some millions with these hands of mine
He had two watches when he died he still ran out of time
All my n*ggas play hard and nasty like some pork rinds
N*ggas know I got that sack i ain't gotta endorse mine
Ima die chasing that money that's the bottom line
My h*e got long hair but she still rock weave
You gone need more than stop signs just to stop me
I f*ck that h*e in all white that p*ssy heavenly
She say she only suck d*ck in hellcats and Bentley Bs
Trey took too many drugs now he can't see straight
I look down on all the n*ggas like I'm 6'8
(Uh)
That h*e throw me that p*ssy ima f*ck her walls off
I might mask up and rob only if I fall off
I'm the underdog but they can't get over me
Ima put this d*ck so deep up in her ovaries
I ain gotta pull no money out for no hoe to notice me
Me n my boys in the hood just like Jody breeze
Regulation ain't enough I put in overtime
10 out of 10 I'll take a n*gga life over mine
5 years on down the road you won't see no decline
I swear to God ima touch some millions with these hands of mine
He had two watches when he died he still ran out of time
All my n*ggas play hard and nasty like some pork rinds
N*ggas know I got that sack i ain't gotta endorse mine
Ima die chasing that money that's the bottom line
I can't get no money locked up in the slammer
Ima beat that pack out mc hammer
That h*e tryna work her 1,2 but she ain't no dancer
If I ever call on you you better answer
Ima keep picking that lock til I crack the code
Ain't got no diamonds yet my mouth flooded out with gold
How the f*ck I'm pushing all this weight and I ain't swole
She don't let me f*ck no more first time I snatched I her soul
Ain't got no room for the fake cause I'm the realest
I'm not Lil Wayne but this coupe ain't got no ceilings
H*e must of robbed me for my hands ain't got no feelings
Fire my wood up smoke exotic smell like chitterlings
Regulation ain't enough I put in overtime
10 out of 10 I'll take a n*gga life over mine
5 years on down the road you won't see no decline
I swear to God ima touch some millions with these hands of mine
He had two watches when he died he still ran out of time
All my n*ggas play hard and nasty like some pork rinds
N*ggas know I got that sack i ain't gotta endorse mine
Ima die chasing that money that's the bottom line
10 out of 10 I'll take a n*gga life over mine
5 years on down the road you won't see no decline
I swear to God ima touch some millions with these hands of mine
He had two watches when he died he still ran out of time
All my n*ggas play hard and nasty like some pork rinds
N*ggas know I got that sack i ain't gotta endorse mine
Ima die chasing that money that's the bottom line
My h*e got long hair but she still rock weave
You gone need more than stop signs just to stop me
I f*ck that h*e in all white that p*ssy heavenly
She say she only suck d*ck in hellcats and Bentley Bs
Trey took too many drugs now he can't see straight
I look down on all the n*ggas like I'm 6'8
(Uh)
That h*e throw me that p*ssy ima f*ck her walls off
I might mask up and rob only if I fall off
I'm the underdog but they can't get over me
Ima put this d*ck so deep up in her ovaries
I ain gotta pull no money out for no hoe to notice me
Me n my boys in the hood just like Jody breeze
Regulation ain't enough I put in overtime
10 out of 10 I'll take a n*gga life over mine
5 years on down the road you won't see no decline
I swear to God ima touch some millions with these hands of mine
He had two watches when he died he still ran out of time
All my n*ggas play hard and nasty like some pork rinds
N*ggas know I got that sack i ain't gotta endorse mine
Ima die chasing that money that's the bottom line
I can't get no money locked up in the slammer
Ima beat that pack out mc hammer
That h*e tryna work her 1,2 but she ain't no dancer
If I ever call on you you better answer
Ima keep picking that lock til I crack the code
Ain't got no diamonds yet my mouth flooded out with gold
How the f*ck I'm pushing all this weight and I ain't swole
She don't let me f*ck no more first time I snatched I her soul
Ain't got no room for the fake cause I'm the realest
I'm not Lil Wayne but this coupe ain't got no ceilings
H*e must of robbed me for my hands ain't got no feelings
Fire my wood up smoke exotic smell like chitterlings
Regulation ain't enough I put in overtime
10 out of 10 I'll take a n*gga life over mine
5 years on down the road you won't see no decline
I swear to God ima touch some millions with these hands of mine
He had two watches when he died he still ran out of time
All my n*ggas play hard and nasty like some pork rinds
N*ggas know I got that sack i ain't gotta endorse mine
Ima die chasing that money that's the bottom line
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Writer(s): Antonio Williams, Marquez Young
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