Can't Sit Around
Aye, Aye
If you don't know me then you should, bitch
Aye
Cant sit around gotta go
Straight to the bucks I'm hella broke
I'm on the hunt for a pot of gold
Who do I trust? not a soul
Move on ya own you might as well
Cus who really real its hard to tell
Who helped you up all the times you fell
They only there when they see you sell
I know they talk but I don't hear the noise
Fake niggas get me paranoid
I don't give a fuck bout designer boy
Im just tryna get out this honda boy
The last thing they want is to see me up
They wanna see me stuck on the city bus
They wanna see me locked in them crackas' cuffs
The stereotypes just ain't for us
10 toes down but I'm aiming high as I patiently wait for my day to shine
Know one day it'll all be mine keep working like this its a matter of time
Money on my mind shit keeps me focused
Even when the world set me up to be hopeless
Been through a lot thats been hard to cope wit
But can't stop now gotta keep on goin
Cant sit around gotta go
Straight to the bucks Im hella broke
Im on the hunt for a pot of gold
Who do I trust? not a soul
Move on ya own you might as well
Cus who really real its hard to tell
Who helped you up all the times you fell
They only there when they see you sell
Don't wanna hear one of my brothers died
Don't wanna know one of my brothers cried
When you don't got money you lose your pride
Constantly thinking of suicide
Been too memorized by the newest rides got me fiendin' to hurry up and get mine
I know they been talking just let it slide
Cus they ain't gon ever fuck up the grind
Never let niggas inside ya mind you can only get hurt by what you decide
Too many niggas be telling lies is you real or you not? nigga choose a side
They say that they want it but never try
Watch how I get all my niggas live
Be patient with me its gon take some time
I can't be a boss if I don't provide so I can't sit around
Cant sit around gotta go
Straight to the bucks Im hella broke
Im on the hunt for a pot of gold
Who do I trust? not a soul
Move on ya own you might as well
Cuts who really real its hard to tell
Who helped you up all the times you fell
They only there when they see you sell
YA HEARD
If you don't know me then you should, bitch
Aye
Cant sit around gotta go
Straight to the bucks I'm hella broke
I'm on the hunt for a pot of gold
Who do I trust? not a soul
Move on ya own you might as well
Cus who really real its hard to tell
Who helped you up all the times you fell
They only there when they see you sell
I know they talk but I don't hear the noise
Fake niggas get me paranoid
I don't give a fuck bout designer boy
Im just tryna get out this honda boy
The last thing they want is to see me up
They wanna see me stuck on the city bus
They wanna see me locked in them crackas' cuffs
The stereotypes just ain't for us
10 toes down but I'm aiming high as I patiently wait for my day to shine
Know one day it'll all be mine keep working like this its a matter of time
Money on my mind shit keeps me focused
Even when the world set me up to be hopeless
Been through a lot thats been hard to cope wit
But can't stop now gotta keep on goin
Cant sit around gotta go
Straight to the bucks Im hella broke
Im on the hunt for a pot of gold
Who do I trust? not a soul
Move on ya own you might as well
Cus who really real its hard to tell
Who helped you up all the times you fell
They only there when they see you sell
Don't wanna hear one of my brothers died
Don't wanna know one of my brothers cried
When you don't got money you lose your pride
Constantly thinking of suicide
Been too memorized by the newest rides got me fiendin' to hurry up and get mine
I know they been talking just let it slide
Cus they ain't gon ever fuck up the grind
Never let niggas inside ya mind you can only get hurt by what you decide
Too many niggas be telling lies is you real or you not? nigga choose a side
They say that they want it but never try
Watch how I get all my niggas live
Be patient with me its gon take some time
I can't be a boss if I don't provide so I can't sit around
Cant sit around gotta go
Straight to the bucks Im hella broke
Im on the hunt for a pot of gold
Who do I trust? not a soul
Move on ya own you might as well
Cuts who really real its hard to tell
Who helped you up all the times you fell
They only there when they see you sell
YA HEARD
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Writer(s): Dondrae Ward
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