Everybody

Everybody depending on me
I got all these mouths to feed
That's why I'm always counting green
Everybody depending on me
My dawg told me not to sin
But I gotta go out and get the back end

We was hitting hoes when we was broke we made that shit look easy
Now them the hoes i don't want no more them bitches be greedy
I'm the type to like a bitch the most she act like she don't need me
Ain't one man above the group gotta make sure we all eating
We gone keep upping the score ain't no such thing as getting even
Yeah you know the gang HustleJunkie bitch I bleed it
Shit I'm just running game I hope this bitch don't think I mean it
Nigga stay in yo lane Ion care to have yo momma grieving
Keep getting racks and don't look back gotta make sure you stack yo pros
Make sure Tre don't want for shit this who I really do it for
Keep a shot he get to Blick in for me he just need the go
I grabbed a ten for me but I had to grab some dusse for the hoes

Everybody depending on me
I got all these mouths to feed
That's why I'm always counting green
Everybody depending on me
My dawg told me not to sin
But I gotta go out and get the back end

Ima take my talents somewhere I know they don't play about me
They say loyalty is love so don't bring no fake around me
All this shit is a facade these niggas glass can't fake about it
I can see right through these niggas like the x-ray on a body
Half the time I'm in this shit I be feeling all alone
Only time that I can vent is if I put it in a song
Ain't have no dad to tell me what the fuck was right and what was wrong
I had no guidance shit I knew I had to do it on my own
Won't take no handout told myself I had to get it out the mud
Only way to get this shit is in the streets or selling drugs
That shit all I thank about but that was back when I was young
Ain't have shit when I started out all I had was a crumb

Everybody depending on me
I got all these mouths to feed
That's why I'm always counting green
Everybody depending on me
My dawg told me not to sin
But I gotta go out and get the back end

I woke up one morning and decided stack my money crazy
All my backwoods be fat as hell cause I'm rolling up a eighth
Drop a eight for celebrations man to me this shit so tasty
The money counter jammed man I'm pissed you know I'm kinda lazy
Sometimes I reminisce and solve most my problems by facing
People depending on me they praying hoping I make it
Bad bitches waiting on me inside the room fully naked
That clutch shit in my genes if I shoot a shot gotta make it
They tryna guess my hustles and type of dollars I'm making
I told the bros they got it this music shit for the taken
Shit I can't get caught slipping they prolly patiently waiting
If I said that I do this for myself then I'd be faking

Everybody depending on me
I got all these mouths to feed
That's why I'm always counting green
Everybody depending on me
My dawg told me not to sin
But I gotta go out and get the back end



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Writer(s): Tymonte Davis
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