My Habitat
Got this money on my mind bet I pay attention
You see this hunger in my drive cause im really different
I ain really missin if im shootin for the stars
Money on my head, then yea i might catch a charge
Look lika lil nigga but I got the biggest heart
Really got the shortest fuse
Watch me light it in the dark
Don't miss the biggest part you gotta see the bigger picture
Lil baby said it better but Big Daddy be that nigga
Look me in my face I let you know what's real comin from the field
Saw he was a fraud
He ain down I'm a up the drill
Like what he wanna do
I ain fruity but bananas peel
Both in it for the cheese
He different if he squeal
No camera, say cheese, you know what it is
Comin from the south nigga, we can't hold the grits
Few niggas throw hands
Most boys tote guns
Survival of the fittest
I'm adapting to your choice
You know we came from the jungle
No stranger to the struggle
On my way to the top no fumble
Happy feet no mumble
Born In the morning so it's safe to say I'm woke
Prophesied official it don't matter if you vote
It don't matter if you vote, it don't matter if it rain
You know I'm the sun of God
And Big Daddy in the game
Lotta shit inside my mental
Hard to spit it thru my dental
You won't see me Pullin up
Different whip might push the rental
Keep a semi
It's automatic not cocky but really confidential
Shoutout to YB free that nigga
No I'm notta killer big bro died I got killer intentions
Yea I pay attention I be solo they call it detention
Really isolated
You know me
You know I be chillin
No I'm notta villian I'm the good guy they really don't feel it
No bullshit the drum leave you crip
Rollin wit a 60 wit this 6 on my hip
Put that on my blood, nah we ain set trippin
He ain sayin Tootie World, then we can't get Jiggy
Wit the bull shit on D
Scottie Pippen
Make em disappear lika nigga was a Gypsie
All my soldiers stepping we ain slimy but we gritty
Shootin up the club, you kno we fuck it up
You know we came from the jungle
No stranger to the struggle
On my way to the top no fumble
Happy feet no mumble
I'm innocent they call me guilty
Mind ya own business can you hear me
I jus wish that someone feel me
Gettin clean money lookin filthy rich bitch
You see this hunger in my drive cause im really different
I ain really missin if im shootin for the stars
Money on my head, then yea i might catch a charge
Look lika lil nigga but I got the biggest heart
Really got the shortest fuse
Watch me light it in the dark
Don't miss the biggest part you gotta see the bigger picture
Lil baby said it better but Big Daddy be that nigga
Look me in my face I let you know what's real comin from the field
Saw he was a fraud
He ain down I'm a up the drill
Like what he wanna do
I ain fruity but bananas peel
Both in it for the cheese
He different if he squeal
No camera, say cheese, you know what it is
Comin from the south nigga, we can't hold the grits
Few niggas throw hands
Most boys tote guns
Survival of the fittest
I'm adapting to your choice
You know we came from the jungle
No stranger to the struggle
On my way to the top no fumble
Happy feet no mumble
Born In the morning so it's safe to say I'm woke
Prophesied official it don't matter if you vote
It don't matter if you vote, it don't matter if it rain
You know I'm the sun of God
And Big Daddy in the game
Lotta shit inside my mental
Hard to spit it thru my dental
You won't see me Pullin up
Different whip might push the rental
Keep a semi
It's automatic not cocky but really confidential
Shoutout to YB free that nigga
No I'm notta killer big bro died I got killer intentions
Yea I pay attention I be solo they call it detention
Really isolated
You know me
You know I be chillin
No I'm notta villian I'm the good guy they really don't feel it
No bullshit the drum leave you crip
Rollin wit a 60 wit this 6 on my hip
Put that on my blood, nah we ain set trippin
He ain sayin Tootie World, then we can't get Jiggy
Wit the bull shit on D
Scottie Pippen
Make em disappear lika nigga was a Gypsie
All my soldiers stepping we ain slimy but we gritty
Shootin up the club, you kno we fuck it up
You know we came from the jungle
No stranger to the struggle
On my way to the top no fumble
Happy feet no mumble
I'm innocent they call me guilty
Mind ya own business can you hear me
I jus wish that someone feel me
Gettin clean money lookin filthy rich bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Ettienne Cain
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