Nobody
Nobody wanna be a lame
Nobody wanna be the chump get slumped for a piece of change
Nobody wanna see the thing
Nobody wanna be the one that's falling when they see the bang
Everybody want they stacks right
Nobody wanna be the one to mix it till the cracks white
Streets is calling it the fast life
Nobody wanna be the one to hustle on a bad night
Hundred grand hustle keep a hundred grand company
You ain't a hundred then you really can't fuck with me
Label you a target you'll get ate thru your fucking cheeks
Nigga the Mack blam turn your brains into luncheon meat
It's crazy in this life of sin
Everybody wanna drive the boat nobody wanna try to swim
You feel the shame when they lie and grin
See everybody wanna say they won nobody wanna try to win
You'll never make it if you humble
You'll never make thru this game shit is scary in this jungle
See you could hear it thru the mumble
And you'll get buried for that cold hard cash if you come thru
My street fam and my hustlers know
Keep your third eye open when you grind stay on your eyes
See life's a gamble you could play it low
Or you could put your name all across let the players know
Nobody wanna see the hands
Nobody wanna try to step on my strip and see the blam
Everybody wanna be the man
Nobody wanna try to open their vision and see the plan
Everybody want that swoll cake
Nobody wanna be the one investing in their own fate
Streets is begging you to show face
Don't nobody wanna be the one that's dead up in a cold case
Keep going keep growing keep scrambling
Mo money mo problems know the blams will ring
Niggas plotting you ain't worried you just handle things
It be a candle scene when the beat is playing the hammer sing
Know it's popping when the hoods up
See everybody wanna pop it don't nobody wife the hood slut
See niggas rarely on the good stuff
See everybody want a bottle don't nobody wanna put up
You'll never make it if you humble
You'll never make thru this game shit is scary in this jungle
See you could hear it thru the mumble
And you'll get buried for that cold hard cash if you come thru
My street fam and my hustlers know
Keep your third eye open when you grind stay on your eyes
See life's a gamble you could play it low
Or you could put your name all across let the players know
Nobody wanna be the chump get slumped for a piece of change
Nobody wanna see the thing
Nobody wanna be the one that's falling when they see the bang
Everybody want they stacks right
Nobody wanna be the one to mix it till the cracks white
Streets is calling it the fast life
Nobody wanna be the one to hustle on a bad night
Hundred grand hustle keep a hundred grand company
You ain't a hundred then you really can't fuck with me
Label you a target you'll get ate thru your fucking cheeks
Nigga the Mack blam turn your brains into luncheon meat
It's crazy in this life of sin
Everybody wanna drive the boat nobody wanna try to swim
You feel the shame when they lie and grin
See everybody wanna say they won nobody wanna try to win
You'll never make it if you humble
You'll never make thru this game shit is scary in this jungle
See you could hear it thru the mumble
And you'll get buried for that cold hard cash if you come thru
My street fam and my hustlers know
Keep your third eye open when you grind stay on your eyes
See life's a gamble you could play it low
Or you could put your name all across let the players know
Nobody wanna see the hands
Nobody wanna try to step on my strip and see the blam
Everybody wanna be the man
Nobody wanna try to open their vision and see the plan
Everybody want that swoll cake
Nobody wanna be the one investing in their own fate
Streets is begging you to show face
Don't nobody wanna be the one that's dead up in a cold case
Keep going keep growing keep scrambling
Mo money mo problems know the blams will ring
Niggas plotting you ain't worried you just handle things
It be a candle scene when the beat is playing the hammer sing
Know it's popping when the hoods up
See everybody wanna pop it don't nobody wife the hood slut
See niggas rarely on the good stuff
See everybody want a bottle don't nobody wanna put up
You'll never make it if you humble
You'll never make thru this game shit is scary in this jungle
See you could hear it thru the mumble
And you'll get buried for that cold hard cash if you come thru
My street fam and my hustlers know
Keep your third eye open when you grind stay on your eyes
See life's a gamble you could play it low
Or you could put your name all across let the players know
Credits
Writer(s): Basil Osabu
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