Yeah Baby
Yea baby imma star
I'm just trynna shine
I been going so damn hard
Yea U been on my grind
It's some shit I can't forget
I think about sometimes
Swear da shit drove me crazy
I damn ner lost my mind
I remember longs night
When i was feeling cold
I only got myself i put that oms
N i want ask for no help
Cause all you niggas fold
Like I'm the realist nigga left
I stand on my ten toes
Now of days nigga really fake,yeah
I gotta get it they always gone hate yeah
A young nigga trynna make a way yea
Get in my way let the choppa spray yea
Don't call got money on my mind
Sbm be da gang we gone shine
Its get rich or die trying
Its get rich or die trying
Yea imma fight for mines
Yea imma fight for mines
Finesse ill swipe for mine
A take a life for mine
You bet not cross that line
In love dolla signs
I had to make it out
I'm took the safer route
So they envy n hating now
They see all the paper now
Niggas wanna take me out
This glock hold a 100 rounds
So nigga come get at me now
A bunch of body found
Nigga we not playing around
You gotta Keep it on ya
They'll find ya and take you out
I pray to god that sbm we make
It out
I'm just trynna shine
I been going so damn hard
Yea U been on my grind
It's some shit I can't forget
I think about sometimes
Swear da shit drove me crazy
I damn ner lost my mind
I remember longs night
When i was feeling cold
I only got myself i put that oms
N i want ask for no help
Cause all you niggas fold
Like I'm the realist nigga left
I stand on my ten toes
Now of days nigga really fake,yeah
I gotta get it they always gone hate yeah
A young nigga trynna make a way yea
Get in my way let the choppa spray yea
Don't call got money on my mind
Sbm be da gang we gone shine
Its get rich or die trying
Its get rich or die trying
Yea imma fight for mines
Yea imma fight for mines
Finesse ill swipe for mine
A take a life for mine
You bet not cross that line
In love dolla signs
I had to make it out
I'm took the safer route
So they envy n hating now
They see all the paper now
Niggas wanna take me out
This glock hold a 100 rounds
So nigga come get at me now
A bunch of body found
Nigga we not playing around
You gotta Keep it on ya
They'll find ya and take you out
I pray to god that sbm we make
It out
Credits
Writer(s): Dale Sutton Ii
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