WYB@

Ain't shit new to me
You just ot a nigga
I'm the nigga who taught you to lace your shoes, bitch
Hey

Yeah, ain't nothing special, I just grow up watching niggas
I ain't wanna be
No fucking role model, quick to tell they sold for that gold bottle
Destroy all obstacles in front of me
I guess I'm blessed, don't need that vest for those who come for me
Shit, I been on my grind all my life, homie
And I ain't stopping, go for mine, what's the price, homie?
I got the profit, I'm gon' spend that on myself now
No other option, we accumulating wealth now
And I been plotting on that takeover, niggas back to work
Ain't no layovers, baby, stuck the dilly in the clutch

Got like eight on me, silly, I could really give a fuck
If you hate on me, spending all your time, suck on mine
What a waste, homie, chillin' with a dime
Yeah, she fine, slim waist on her, watch me blow her mind
I'm like wine, got some age on her, take a lil' sip
I just weighed on it money on my mind
I manifested like the great homie

Shit, I been doing work where you been at, hey
Fingers in the dirt where you been at, hey
I'm just dealing with the hurt where you been at, hey
I don't really give a fuck where niggas been at, hey
Shit, I been doing work where you been at, hey
Dealing with the hurt where you been at, hey
I got my fingers in the dirt where you been at, hey

I'm just in my mode on the go
Mr. Alamo, race leader, snow on the road
Used to track the blow, see my first kilo
Real snow, kinda look yellow
Freeway Ricky Ross, shit, niggas got it in the O
Going all out, Columbus liquor stores
Bring them stars out
Once we graduated, we just moved in
To a broad's house
Money elevators up and down

Tryna ball out
All about some pussy and a dollar
Till we fall out
A lot of dreams we couldn't see
Cause we ain't know about 'em
It's hard to set and reach a goal
If you don't know about it
A lot of shit I seen and done
But never told about it
Was great at dodging the precinct

So they don't know about me
I've been here
This ain't no comeback story
Tell shorties you wanna leave
Don't ever come back for me
You know my opps no boomerangs they never come back for it
I left some money in the game I had to come back for it
You know why?

You see that I been doing work where you been at, hey
Fingers in the dirt where you been at, hey
I'm just dealing with the hurt where you been at, hey
I don't really give a fuck where niggas been at, bitch
Shit, I been doing work where you been at, hey
Dealing with the hurt where you been at, hey
I got my fingers in the dirt where you been at, hey

I don't really give a fuck where niggas been at, bitch
You see that I been doing work where you been at, hey
Fingers in the dirt where you been at, hey
I'm just dealing with the hurt where you been at, hey
I don't really give a fuck where niggas been at, bitch
Shit, I been doing work where you been at, hey
Dealing with the hurt where you been at, hey
I got my fingers in the dirt where you been at, hey
I don't really give a fuck where niggas been at, bitch



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Writer(s): Christian Troy Rocker
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