Ain't Gon Let Up (feat. Binkrollz)
I bring the heat
I spit the flames
You know this music run thru my veins
These niggas is weak
These bitches complain
But they ride my tracks like they hopped off a train
I watched niggas fold
While strikin a pose
Tryin keep a image that they can't uphold
Deep down inside
Them niggas was lying
When shit hit the fan
They shit got exposed (woah)
God told me I'll bless you thru all ya endeavors
Keep spreading ya message you know that you special
I heard you God say I'm special
Imma keep sending message
Foot on these niggas neck P.O.P hold it down applyin pressure
We only changing for the better
Nigga hell naw I ain't gon let up
When you gaining weight
Ain't talkin in shape
Ya pockets get fatter
Ya friends dissipate
They say you fake
But really you real
You gave em a ticket to cash in a meal
It's like the audacity
Did what you asked of me
Wipe the dust off of my feet keep it movin
I'm still improvin
My life is a movement
I'm hoping one day they would make me a movie
I been working real hard
I been grindin all week
Can't wait to bust down a new Patek fillipe
My cuzin locked down and his brother got killed
I'm living a life that's too tragic for me
Extravagant lifestyles expensive vacations
I tend to believe that's the life we all seek
Them niggas in prison that got a life sentence
I tend to believe that they sought the same thing
Extra ordinary nigga ain't no average shit
Can't one up me I'm at least matchin it
For this rap shit way beyond passionate
We been broke before nowadays we ain't having it
Bink said everything we rap that caption it
Black kings no spades all on deck
Them other rappas man them niggas ain't no contest
You gon hear this shit before you feel it in your conscious
I bring the heat
I spit the flames
You know this music run thru my veins
These niggas is weak
These bitches complain
But they ride my tracks like they hopped off a train
I watched niggas fold
While strikin a pose
Tryin keep a image that they can't uphold
Deep down inside
Them niggas was lying
When shit hit the fan
They shit got exposed (woah)
God told me I'll bless you thru all ya endeavors
Keep spreading ya message you know that you special
I heard you God say I'm special
Imma keep sending message
Foot on these niggas neck P.O.P hold it down applyin pressure
We only changing for the better
Nigga hell naw I ain't gon let up
Naw, naw, I ain't gon let up
10 toes down walk around with my up
Slick lor nigga talk my shit like my check up
I can't wait to get me a bag and a necklace
I already be flexin
This shit gon get hectic
I'm askin God to guide and protect me
I keep gettin crossed by niggas I step wit
Nobody gettin closer I'm learnin my lesson
My manns out Cumberland
Locked in the pen
I'm try send him bread every time he askin
My mova she stressin we late on the rent
I need me a scam or a lick or a brick
I feel like the one
I think that I'm chosen
All this pain and anger that I be try hold in
I'm thinkin wit logic I can't use emotion
Them people that love you a hit you the lowest
I couldn't call on you when I was my brokest
Still kept my faith even tho I was hopeless
I know how it feel yeah to really be lonely
Working the deal and I'm feelin like Tony
Tell to em to label me as one of them greats
They don't kno how much money I den made off of 8ths
From nickels and dimes to selling that weight
I be getting that pack and den makin it skate
Tell em to label me as one of them greats
They don't kno how much money I den made off of H
From nickels and dimes to selling that weight
I be getting that pack and den makin it skate
I bring the heat
I spit the flames
You know this music run thru my veins
These niggas is weak
These bitches complain
But they ride my tracks like they hopped off a train
I watched niggas fold
While strikin a pose
Tryin keep a image that they can't uphold
Deep down inside
Them niggas was lying
When shit hit the fan
They shit got exposed (woah)
God told me I'll bless you thru all ya endeavors
Keep spreading ya message you know that you special
I heard you God say I'm special
Imma keep sending message
Foot on these niggas neck P.O.P hold it down applyin pressure
We only changing for the better
Nigga hell naw I ain't gon let up
I spit the flames
You know this music run thru my veins
These niggas is weak
These bitches complain
But they ride my tracks like they hopped off a train
I watched niggas fold
While strikin a pose
Tryin keep a image that they can't uphold
Deep down inside
Them niggas was lying
When shit hit the fan
They shit got exposed (woah)
God told me I'll bless you thru all ya endeavors
Keep spreading ya message you know that you special
I heard you God say I'm special
Imma keep sending message
Foot on these niggas neck P.O.P hold it down applyin pressure
We only changing for the better
Nigga hell naw I ain't gon let up
When you gaining weight
Ain't talkin in shape
Ya pockets get fatter
Ya friends dissipate
They say you fake
But really you real
You gave em a ticket to cash in a meal
It's like the audacity
Did what you asked of me
Wipe the dust off of my feet keep it movin
I'm still improvin
My life is a movement
I'm hoping one day they would make me a movie
I been working real hard
I been grindin all week
Can't wait to bust down a new Patek fillipe
My cuzin locked down and his brother got killed
I'm living a life that's too tragic for me
Extravagant lifestyles expensive vacations
I tend to believe that's the life we all seek
Them niggas in prison that got a life sentence
I tend to believe that they sought the same thing
Extra ordinary nigga ain't no average shit
Can't one up me I'm at least matchin it
For this rap shit way beyond passionate
We been broke before nowadays we ain't having it
Bink said everything we rap that caption it
Black kings no spades all on deck
Them other rappas man them niggas ain't no contest
You gon hear this shit before you feel it in your conscious
I bring the heat
I spit the flames
You know this music run thru my veins
These niggas is weak
These bitches complain
But they ride my tracks like they hopped off a train
I watched niggas fold
While strikin a pose
Tryin keep a image that they can't uphold
Deep down inside
Them niggas was lying
When shit hit the fan
They shit got exposed (woah)
God told me I'll bless you thru all ya endeavors
Keep spreading ya message you know that you special
I heard you God say I'm special
Imma keep sending message
Foot on these niggas neck P.O.P hold it down applyin pressure
We only changing for the better
Nigga hell naw I ain't gon let up
Naw, naw, I ain't gon let up
10 toes down walk around with my up
Slick lor nigga talk my shit like my check up
I can't wait to get me a bag and a necklace
I already be flexin
This shit gon get hectic
I'm askin God to guide and protect me
I keep gettin crossed by niggas I step wit
Nobody gettin closer I'm learnin my lesson
My manns out Cumberland
Locked in the pen
I'm try send him bread every time he askin
My mova she stressin we late on the rent
I need me a scam or a lick or a brick
I feel like the one
I think that I'm chosen
All this pain and anger that I be try hold in
I'm thinkin wit logic I can't use emotion
Them people that love you a hit you the lowest
I couldn't call on you when I was my brokest
Still kept my faith even tho I was hopeless
I know how it feel yeah to really be lonely
Working the deal and I'm feelin like Tony
Tell to em to label me as one of them greats
They don't kno how much money I den made off of 8ths
From nickels and dimes to selling that weight
I be getting that pack and den makin it skate
Tell em to label me as one of them greats
They don't kno how much money I den made off of H
From nickels and dimes to selling that weight
I be getting that pack and den makin it skate
I bring the heat
I spit the flames
You know this music run thru my veins
These niggas is weak
These bitches complain
But they ride my tracks like they hopped off a train
I watched niggas fold
While strikin a pose
Tryin keep a image that they can't uphold
Deep down inside
Them niggas was lying
When shit hit the fan
They shit got exposed (woah)
God told me I'll bless you thru all ya endeavors
Keep spreading ya message you know that you special
I heard you God say I'm special
Imma keep sending message
Foot on these niggas neck P.O.P hold it down applyin pressure
We only changing for the better
Nigga hell naw I ain't gon let up
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Addison
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