Trumpets
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
When you broke ya nerves bad
So I'm in these streets trying to get a money bag
Before I get toe tag or a body bag
And it seem like the reaper want my black ass
These little niggas want a body they don't a dollar
And the white folks want a body that's a fucking dollar
Numbers don't lie and pussy gon' sell
Going hard for everyday I ain't get no mail
I ain't seen my kids in a whole year
Chasing paper not the fame that's so many tears
You don't want my pain feel like the city dying
When you leave off the strip only bullets flying
We don't got no option or a revolution
If I don't get a deal the plug got thee distribution
I just want to scream for every nigga gone
And for all my soldiers doing life never coming home
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
I don't trust no nigga I don't trust no bitch
I don't trust no nigga I don't trust no bitch
I don't trust no nigga I don't trust no bitch
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Champagne for all my enemies that want me dead
Screaming free Dead prices on my head
I'm bout to have every label on my fucking line
Negotiate cut the check that's money on my mind
Five tour buses with four studios
Then I'ma take my whole city with me 'round the globe
(Woah) that's how I feel right now
Everything stop we up Vegas right now
(Go) I'm on go and on sight
So if you moving right
Better get you some business in your life
That's the comma life
You looking like I ain't 'bout to kill it
RIP to every feature that you seen
Pouring liquor and I know you feel it
Me don't want war but If war come I'm on one
Tell my city to wake the fuck up I got one
EAT nigga and I mean it better feed us
Out for presidents to represent me
Fuck non-believers
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
When you broke ya nerves bad
So I'm in these streets trying to get a money bag
Before I get toe tag or a body bag
And it seem like the reaper want my black ass
These little niggas want a body they don't a dollar
And the white folks want a body that's a fucking dollar
Numbers don't lie and pussy gon' sell
Going hard for everyday I ain't get no mail
I ain't seen my kids in a whole year
Chasing paper not the fame that's so many tears
You don't want my pain feel like the city dying
When you leave off the strip only bullets flying
We don't got no option or a revolution
If I don't get a deal the plug got thee distribution
I just want to scream for every nigga gone
And for all my soldiers doing life never coming home
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
I don't trust no nigga I don't trust no bitch
I don't trust no nigga I don't trust no bitch
I don't trust no nigga I don't trust no bitch
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Champagne for all my enemies that want me dead
Screaming free Dead prices on my head
I'm bout to have every label on my fucking line
Negotiate cut the check that's money on my mind
Five tour buses with four studios
Then I'ma take my whole city with me 'round the globe
(Woah) that's how I feel right now
Everything stop we up Vegas right now
(Go) I'm on go and on sight
So if you moving right
Better get you some business in your life
That's the comma life
You looking like I ain't 'bout to kill it
RIP to every feature that you seen
Pouring liquor and I know you feel it
Me don't want war but If war come I'm on one
Tell my city to wake the fuck up I got one
EAT nigga and I mean it better feed us
Out for presidents to represent me
Fuck non-believers
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
Hold up nigga start this motherfucking bitch over
I had to turn the streets up for my soldiers
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Writer(s): Jamon Brooks
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