224 (feat. Rich Foreign)

Man I'm moving like I'm Pac above the rim
And I'm ballin' like I'm Kyle Waston, like I'm in and out the gym
Man I took so many losses, had to take it on the chin
And this world don't care about you, you either sink or you gone swim
Yea, and I'll be damned if I drown
She just want somebody around, but I ain't got that type of time
She got another na in mind, and to be honest man that's fine
Cause at the end of the day, man I know that she ain't mine
Aye, and I ain't saying I'm Einstein
But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time
Aye, and I ain't saying I'm Einstein
But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time
All the racks I spend in Saks, they think I'm doing fraud
Yellow track hawk, got em' screaming ohh my God
Fuego, that's my na we like two peas in a pod
Yea we did it, ain't get caught cause we moving like the mob
Mike Amiri drippin and I'm smellin like a pack
I'm runnin' through the sack, but you know I get it back
Ya mans talkin crazy, better get that boy intact
Fore' my shooter go crazy, and them hollows hit his back
I ain't goin to the club less they pay me
I don't fuck with nas cause they shady
Fucked a na bitch now he hate me
I can't let em' kill me cause I'm wavy
I can't let em' kill me cause I'm wavy
Man I'm moving like I'm Pac above the rim
And I'm ballin' like I'm Kyle Waston, like I'm in and out the gym
Man I took so many losses, had to take it on the chin
And this world don't care about you, you either sink or you gone swim
Yea, and I'll be damned if I drown
She just want somebody around, but I ain't got that type of time
She got another na in mind, and to be honest man that's fine
Cause at the end of the day, man I know that she ain't mine
Aye, and I ain't saying I'm Einstein
But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time
Aye, and I ain't saying I'm Einstein
But when I put 2 and 2 together man I get 4 every time
Need every nickel, every dime but you can keep your 15 cents
Got yo bitch ridin' shotgun, can't see her behind the tint
We on the road to fuckin riches, and I got her on a mission
And when we get that bag in she not gone ever ever split it
Cause you a lame na, I'm the type that can't be tamed
She seen the bigger picture when I knocked it out the frame
And I don't do no talkin', cause she see just how I'm walkin'
I ain't got to spit no game, cause she know that I ain't lame
Man I'm moving like I'm Pac above the rim
And I'm ballin' like I'm Kyle Waston, like I'm in and out the gym
Man I took so many losses, had to take it on the chin
And this world don't care about you, you either sink or you gone swim
Yea, and I'll be damned if I drown
She just want somebody around, but I ain't got that type of time
She got another na in mind, and to be honest man that's fine
Cause at the end of the day, man I know that she ain't mine



Credits
Writer(s): Donte Mcclendon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link