Why (feat. Kolyon & ApgTech)
Yea
Hustle music, yea
Free my nigga Jgreen, My nigga Cool
Free my daddy too
Ohh whyy
Ever seen a street nigga crying in designer
Man I swear to God since Risha left, A nigga life been kind of harder
Like who the Fuck I'm pose to blame
Who gone take away a nigga pain
When I'm feeling lost, Who gone make me feel sane
Bitch wasted my time so I brought a plane jane
Yea
All my niggas G's so we wear Gucci
If she a Loyal bitch she deserve Pucci
Nigga play with me I'm ready to lose it
Last nigga played ran down on Foolie
Last nigga played no evidence
Sipping codine like it ain't medicine
They be showing love but it ain't genuine
Fuck my ex hoe she ain't relevent
Oh, Why
I can't get money off of my mind
Yea
R.I.P shirts, All the opps keep dying
Yea
Fuck a handout, Nigga rather just Grind
Yea I rather grind
Yea
Making all this money in and out of town
I just wanna make my ol'girl proud
I just made 30 off of doing features
All my niggas ball yours on the Bleachers
Oh, Why
I can't get money off of my mind
Yea
R.I.P shirts, All the opps keep dying
Riding round listening to that boosie
It's like the real niggas dying over coochie
Summertime in my city it get ruthless
Choppa go to spitting in this bitch like it's toothless
Nigga upped the murder rate
Niggas couldn't kill me so they soldier hated
Moved my family out the hood thats when I knew I made it
I just busted down my watch it got me motivated
30 hanging out the glock cause I know they hating
For me to fall off boy I know they waiting
These are Christian Dior these not walter paytons
Belair bottles and they blue
They need to free my nigga pooh
And all the shit that I done been through
These niggas lying in these rhymes
Hit the booth and talk about the shit they didn't do
All my niggas spin too
Red dot on yo head like you pussy ass niggas practice Hindu
Ever seen a street nigga crying in designer
Man I swear to god since Risha left, A nigga life been kind of harder
Like who the Fuck I'm pose to blame
Who gone take away a nigga's pain
When I'm feeling lost, Who gone make me feel sane
Bitch wasted my time so I brought a plane jane
Yea
Yea I brought a plain jane
Have you ever seen a demon cry
Grinding time after time but ain't nothing right
Get on my knees and pray to god I don't take a life
Show my mom a better feeling cause she ain't have a life
Tryna bust down my denim so when I step ima drip
Nigga play crazy then you know his ass getting flipped
30 thousand my bezel get my momma a Benz
I got two freaky bitches tryna fuck on da kid
Pray I make it out
I dont wanna have to see another drought
My momma tired of the lights keep cutting out
I got ties in the back calling routes
He threw it deep Odell gotta touch it down
Gotta grind gotta keep goin
I don't stop cause I'm steady pouring
All this act in my lungs got me feeling lazy
Showed love to them niggas even tho dey hated
Oh, Why
I can't get money off of my mind
Yea
R.I.P shirts, All the opps keep dying
Yea
Fuck a handout, Nigga rather just Grind
Yea I rather grind
Yea
All my niggas G's so we wear Gucci
If she a Loyal bitch she deserve Pucci
Nigga play with me I'm ready to lose it
Last nigga played ran down on Foolie
Last nigga played no evidence
Sipping codine like it ain't medicine
They be showing love but it aint genuine
Fuck my ex hoe she ain't relevant
Hustle music, yea
Free my nigga Jgreen, My nigga Cool
Free my daddy too
Ohh whyy
Ever seen a street nigga crying in designer
Man I swear to God since Risha left, A nigga life been kind of harder
Like who the Fuck I'm pose to blame
Who gone take away a nigga pain
When I'm feeling lost, Who gone make me feel sane
Bitch wasted my time so I brought a plane jane
Yea
All my niggas G's so we wear Gucci
If she a Loyal bitch she deserve Pucci
Nigga play with me I'm ready to lose it
Last nigga played ran down on Foolie
Last nigga played no evidence
Sipping codine like it ain't medicine
They be showing love but it ain't genuine
Fuck my ex hoe she ain't relevent
Oh, Why
I can't get money off of my mind
Yea
R.I.P shirts, All the opps keep dying
Yea
Fuck a handout, Nigga rather just Grind
Yea I rather grind
Yea
Making all this money in and out of town
I just wanna make my ol'girl proud
I just made 30 off of doing features
All my niggas ball yours on the Bleachers
Oh, Why
I can't get money off of my mind
Yea
R.I.P shirts, All the opps keep dying
Riding round listening to that boosie
It's like the real niggas dying over coochie
Summertime in my city it get ruthless
Choppa go to spitting in this bitch like it's toothless
Nigga upped the murder rate
Niggas couldn't kill me so they soldier hated
Moved my family out the hood thats when I knew I made it
I just busted down my watch it got me motivated
30 hanging out the glock cause I know they hating
For me to fall off boy I know they waiting
These are Christian Dior these not walter paytons
Belair bottles and they blue
They need to free my nigga pooh
And all the shit that I done been through
These niggas lying in these rhymes
Hit the booth and talk about the shit they didn't do
All my niggas spin too
Red dot on yo head like you pussy ass niggas practice Hindu
Ever seen a street nigga crying in designer
Man I swear to god since Risha left, A nigga life been kind of harder
Like who the Fuck I'm pose to blame
Who gone take away a nigga's pain
When I'm feeling lost, Who gone make me feel sane
Bitch wasted my time so I brought a plane jane
Yea
Yea I brought a plain jane
Have you ever seen a demon cry
Grinding time after time but ain't nothing right
Get on my knees and pray to god I don't take a life
Show my mom a better feeling cause she ain't have a life
Tryna bust down my denim so when I step ima drip
Nigga play crazy then you know his ass getting flipped
30 thousand my bezel get my momma a Benz
I got two freaky bitches tryna fuck on da kid
Pray I make it out
I dont wanna have to see another drought
My momma tired of the lights keep cutting out
I got ties in the back calling routes
He threw it deep Odell gotta touch it down
Gotta grind gotta keep goin
I don't stop cause I'm steady pouring
All this act in my lungs got me feeling lazy
Showed love to them niggas even tho dey hated
Oh, Why
I can't get money off of my mind
Yea
R.I.P shirts, All the opps keep dying
Yea
Fuck a handout, Nigga rather just Grind
Yea I rather grind
Yea
All my niggas G's so we wear Gucci
If she a Loyal bitch she deserve Pucci
Nigga play with me I'm ready to lose it
Last nigga played ran down on Foolie
Last nigga played no evidence
Sipping codine like it ain't medicine
They be showing love but it aint genuine
Fuck my ex hoe she ain't relevant
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Writer(s): Darious Chancy
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