S.E.L.F.
If it's been a long time coming count your money up
Say we up now, ain't no slowing up
See me swervin' out your lane burning gas up
You know what it is, don't even ask us
Don't mistake me for no rookie homie back up
Stares from the left and the right why they mad at us?
Me I'm just a 6-foot country bred made ass
A king in many ways, you a lame ass
I go hard in the paint, bang em hard like a tank
Leave a mess on the ground, not much more you can take
Give me love not the hate
Your invading my space
If you can't show respect, then it's time I can't waste
Gotta family to feed that need food on they plate
Some land with a house grindin hard till I can't
Moral to the story is an easy one
Even when it's all black I only see the sun
Hustle hard
Big money
Straight face ain't a damn thing funny
Spread love
Get out the way
You won't ever take a damn thing from me
If it ain't all about the money tell it me what it is
In God we trust when I handle biz, can I live?
Without you checking my location
I'm just out here hustling, don't need frustration
Clocks keep ticking think I'm losing my patience
Phone keep jumping, booty keep shaking
Tell me she would love me, just give her penetration
I'm focused on her brain she needs more education
See this the shit that make you feel something
'96 flow I'm "one in a million"
Moral to the story is an easy one
Even when it's all black you'll always be the sun
Say we up now, ain't no slowing up
See me swervin' out your lane burning gas up
You know what it is, don't even ask us
Don't mistake me for no rookie homie back up
Stares from the left and the right why they mad at us?
Me I'm just a 6-foot country bred made ass
A king in many ways, you a lame ass
I go hard in the paint, bang em hard like a tank
Leave a mess on the ground, not much more you can take
Give me love not the hate
Your invading my space
If you can't show respect, then it's time I can't waste
Gotta family to feed that need food on they plate
Some land with a house grindin hard till I can't
Moral to the story is an easy one
Even when it's all black I only see the sun
Hustle hard
Big money
Straight face ain't a damn thing funny
Spread love
Get out the way
You won't ever take a damn thing from me
If it ain't all about the money tell it me what it is
In God we trust when I handle biz, can I live?
Without you checking my location
I'm just out here hustling, don't need frustration
Clocks keep ticking think I'm losing my patience
Phone keep jumping, booty keep shaking
Tell me she would love me, just give her penetration
I'm focused on her brain she needs more education
See this the shit that make you feel something
'96 flow I'm "one in a million"
Moral to the story is an easy one
Even when it's all black you'll always be the sun
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Binford
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