HaHa

Yea yea
Yea yea
Uh huh (hoo hoo)
Yea yea
I would tell folks what I wanna do and I hear haha (yea)
Then I go and get it done just like tada (yea)
And now I can't be no prouda
A lot of n****s they my son
I'm they fatha (YEA UGH!)
Then I took the game from'em just like ta-ta (yea)
They ain't gettin it back don't even botha
Got it off the cuff I got sweat on my collar
Never will you see me with my hand out for a dollar
I gotta get it
I ain't lettin up for no rhyme or reason
My brotha said we gotta be grateful that we breathing
When I pull up to stu now
I feel like Jordan Belford, my n***a yea yea
I ain't leaving (aye aye aye)
Swimmin in the deep end
I came up in this bitch cleaner den a deacon on the weekend
Yea, keep dat keep dat, yea
I said I came up in this bitch cleaner den a deacon
On the second day of the weekend
Blessing fall from above l isten when I'm speakin
They not standin by no code what do they believe in
They been Puttin on a front but it's not decievin
You can't blame me for your downfall
You can't blame me for your down fall
Cuz I know one day that I might have it all (ima have it all)
And if I lose it I ain't gone blame nobody but my got damn self
If I got it did it was done by my damn self

I know you see me ignoring you
I know I know you see me ignoring you
I know I know you see me ignoring you
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)
I know (I know)



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Malik Glass
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