Prosper
Consequences come with all the decisions Dont ask me
How I know man that's just How Im living
Country nigga at heart but I'm all in the city
Crushing on different broads man all of em Pretty
My girl dont wait up i out for a minute
Come in and try to lay up but she all in her Feelings
Look I'm sorry but you know in out here Chasing these millions
Like fuck a rari man I'm tryna get us all out The trenches
This ain for you fuck niggas I dont expect Yall to get it
Wordplay go over heads lyrics all over Fitteds
Boy dont fuck with my bread or my la familia
Real recognize real and you not familiar
If the glocks dont connect then them chops Ah get cha
Talking business with connects w the Gwuap in the rental
Man i thought you was a plug you are not in The middle
Hustle around christmas time make it hot in December
Swerve the block one time send them shots Out the window
Now who the winner
Out here lil kids getting shot we losing Children
All my homie really knew is the block he in The system
Man my uncle really using the rocks hope it Dont kill em
Man this shit way deeper than riddles just Peep the rhythm
My nigga caught a body and walked he Beat the system
All praise goes to the most high watch he Deliver
Thats difference between a loser and Winner
We came from the corner
I just want my racks blue
Balling in a track suit like we shooting Warmups
And I got my arm tucked
Dont say I never warned ya
They say you getting large now
If you let ya guard down
They gone try to harm ya
I still ain got my charms tucked
Fuxk what you heard
Ima get what I deserve
That's my word
I grew up round niggas on the curve
Where you dont talk just observe
That other shit ain my concern
Dont play with my money like worm
I'll on ya head like a perm
Nah fr that 45 a make it burn
Ima let ya mama make a ern
Lord forgive me but I'm just tryna ball while I'm earth
We came from the corner
I just want my racks blue
Balling in a track suit like we shooting Warmups
And I got my arm tucked
Dont say I never warned ya
They say you getting large now
If you let ya guard down
They gone try to harm ya
I still ain got my charms tucked
How I know man that's just How Im living
Country nigga at heart but I'm all in the city
Crushing on different broads man all of em Pretty
My girl dont wait up i out for a minute
Come in and try to lay up but she all in her Feelings
Look I'm sorry but you know in out here Chasing these millions
Like fuck a rari man I'm tryna get us all out The trenches
This ain for you fuck niggas I dont expect Yall to get it
Wordplay go over heads lyrics all over Fitteds
Boy dont fuck with my bread or my la familia
Real recognize real and you not familiar
If the glocks dont connect then them chops Ah get cha
Talking business with connects w the Gwuap in the rental
Man i thought you was a plug you are not in The middle
Hustle around christmas time make it hot in December
Swerve the block one time send them shots Out the window
Now who the winner
Out here lil kids getting shot we losing Children
All my homie really knew is the block he in The system
Man my uncle really using the rocks hope it Dont kill em
Man this shit way deeper than riddles just Peep the rhythm
My nigga caught a body and walked he Beat the system
All praise goes to the most high watch he Deliver
Thats difference between a loser and Winner
We came from the corner
I just want my racks blue
Balling in a track suit like we shooting Warmups
And I got my arm tucked
Dont say I never warned ya
They say you getting large now
If you let ya guard down
They gone try to harm ya
I still ain got my charms tucked
Fuxk what you heard
Ima get what I deserve
That's my word
I grew up round niggas on the curve
Where you dont talk just observe
That other shit ain my concern
Dont play with my money like worm
I'll on ya head like a perm
Nah fr that 45 a make it burn
Ima let ya mama make a ern
Lord forgive me but I'm just tryna ball while I'm earth
We came from the corner
I just want my racks blue
Balling in a track suit like we shooting Warmups
And I got my arm tucked
Dont say I never warned ya
They say you getting large now
If you let ya guard down
They gone try to harm ya
I still ain got my charms tucked
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Writer(s): Treymond Howard
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