Throw in Tha Towel
New house new whip view got their feelings hurt he tip toeing with the devil he should go to church
The path that I'm on has been written in incursive
Young nigga from the bottom never snitched or snatched purses
Riding solo through the city with the roof back
Young kids smile at me chunk the deuce back
Could've played the victim and blamed system for my fall
Stayed 10 toes down now I'm standing tall
Uhh now my bed sheets are Versace
Confidence in a 1000 I deserve to be cocky
Stay true to who you are and get it out the mud
Remember always get your paper before you hit the club
Granny always said pray until sumn happen
I keep my feet on their neck till I hear the bones crackin
Mississippi made and for that I'm forever humble
Didn't have a pot to piss. I guess that's how. the cookie crumble
Remember breaking down a bow on a food platter
Silly rabbit tried to jack me left his face shattered
Guess he thought I was a lame cause I was in school
See I was nothing like the rest trying to be cool
I didn't have a dime i had to hustle hard just to eat
Didn't grow up in the suburbs I grew up in the streets
I do it all for Sauce may my dog rest in peace
Im going in till they cover me in white sheets
Many niggas tell many lies kill ya name
Wont tell the world he only made cuz he lost his dame
But if he keep disrespecting he might lose his brain
Until then I'm sipping Johnny Walker on the plane
All I ever wanna do is make my family proud
Discussing six figure deals while they rolling loud
Money is my motivation that's why I'm on the prowl
Applying pressure to you haters, throw in the towel
Trapped inside my mind full of broken dreams
I used to daydream ass a child being a wealthy king
Wise men name j said many ain't a thing
Then saw powerful people let Crack steal their dream
See Imma gutta baby daddy was a gangsta
Saw my momma rob the beer man he didnt snitch so she thanked him
A nigga once said shoot that Niggas get ya rank up
But seeing master p made me wanna hold a tank up
Young hood rat nigga with the brain of a genius
Strategic like a general precise like a seamstress
Now everybody drug heads I'm like what's the reason
That's why my circle don't change it's too much cohesion
Generational wealth is my motivation
Throwing literal shots at niggas for education
Still thinking bout money as I roll the loud
Applying pressure to you haters throw in the towel
The path that I'm on has been written in incursive
Young nigga from the bottom never snitched or snatched purses
Riding solo through the city with the roof back
Young kids smile at me chunk the deuce back
Could've played the victim and blamed system for my fall
Stayed 10 toes down now I'm standing tall
Uhh now my bed sheets are Versace
Confidence in a 1000 I deserve to be cocky
Stay true to who you are and get it out the mud
Remember always get your paper before you hit the club
Granny always said pray until sumn happen
I keep my feet on their neck till I hear the bones crackin
Mississippi made and for that I'm forever humble
Didn't have a pot to piss. I guess that's how. the cookie crumble
Remember breaking down a bow on a food platter
Silly rabbit tried to jack me left his face shattered
Guess he thought I was a lame cause I was in school
See I was nothing like the rest trying to be cool
I didn't have a dime i had to hustle hard just to eat
Didn't grow up in the suburbs I grew up in the streets
I do it all for Sauce may my dog rest in peace
Im going in till they cover me in white sheets
Many niggas tell many lies kill ya name
Wont tell the world he only made cuz he lost his dame
But if he keep disrespecting he might lose his brain
Until then I'm sipping Johnny Walker on the plane
All I ever wanna do is make my family proud
Discussing six figure deals while they rolling loud
Money is my motivation that's why I'm on the prowl
Applying pressure to you haters, throw in the towel
Trapped inside my mind full of broken dreams
I used to daydream ass a child being a wealthy king
Wise men name j said many ain't a thing
Then saw powerful people let Crack steal their dream
See Imma gutta baby daddy was a gangsta
Saw my momma rob the beer man he didnt snitch so she thanked him
A nigga once said shoot that Niggas get ya rank up
But seeing master p made me wanna hold a tank up
Young hood rat nigga with the brain of a genius
Strategic like a general precise like a seamstress
Now everybody drug heads I'm like what's the reason
That's why my circle don't change it's too much cohesion
Generational wealth is my motivation
Throwing literal shots at niggas for education
Still thinking bout money as I roll the loud
Applying pressure to you haters throw in the towel
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Writer(s): Demarcus Scott
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