GoodFellas

Cut all that talking, you a fan
Steady hating on the man
Got no time for that, I'm steady runnin up them bands
You better catch me if you can
Get it in my hand, what I'm saying I collect
Proly why these boys upset
Fuck you niggas bitch I'm all about a check
And hell yea I a die for my respect
I be wit my niggas and we be rolling
Chris Paul, I'm gettin these plays in motion
Stand tall ain't like you niggas ain't noticed
Know some killers that killing wit out a motive
So don't give em a reason, nigga you gotta be thinkin
Is it worth breathing, we ain't bout calling it even
Just show respect lil nigga cuz I give it
But if you on that bullshit boy we wit

I done came up from bottom from the mud
Grindin to the top and ain't no stoppin going up
Bitch I'm going up, going up, going up
Niggas gone hate whether you down or you up
So just chase ya dreams lil nigga no matter what
Stay on the vision it ain't time for giving up
People ridiculous comin round when you up
Act like you owe em you gotta tell em where was ya

Where was ya, nigga where was ya
When I had to get grindin out flipping and stacking up
Sit back give it a thought and the shit a start addin up
Most these niggas don't wanna see you win, oh that's what's up
They can try everything that they can, I'm coming up
My hustle done doubled up
Money done tripled that
Only a matter of time for I'm charted and triple plat
Taking over the game and bringin the hip hip back
And mixing wit my flow, we blowing and that's a fact
So cut the act nigga and cut the check
I'm aiming for the best, you niggas is not a threat
Better yet, you niggas ain't shit
Can't even spit
I'm hitting all of my goals and crossing em off the list
Real spill you niggas can't handle this
Big Streetz out dripping and taking pics
Wit yo bitch. and we gone
You tripping, we taking trips



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Writer(s): Jestin Streeter
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