1 Foot N
One foot n one foot out
You gotta give respect
Or leave tha house
Money make niggaz feel like they can pay for it
But ion don't give no fuck bout what ya got
Thirty's fa da glizzys is a must
Hustlin getcha places takin won't
Took a onion had it workin fa me
I supervise a smoker drop a motor
Breaking down taught me how to come up
Youn own nun yeen nunn
Middle man wan tax for it
Make a nigga gone take it from him
How the hell you kno all the robbers
How tf you kno all the dealers
Why tf everybody love me
Cuz Everybody love a street nigga
Gimme dope lemme walk wit it
Put together this lil outfit fa bout 9800
Still got 91 on me
Okay I saved a lil
Blue script my paper dem
I ain't really got time fa a hoe right now
I'm 2 busy tryina have shit
Please don't tell me ya love me
Still got trust issues
These streets don't give a fuck
Find out after your sentenced
These niggaz ain't nunn like you thought
I be seein em
Dick ridin jewelry borrowerin
I ain't
Never been nann one of them
Bet a nigga cant post this
On sum mo shit I ain't never done no hoe shit
Except fuckin deez hoes
God is my witness
I looked out fa a couple
I ain't trippin bout it I'm trippin bout
How quick they forgot
Okay I'm learnin still
You can't lookout fa everybody
But my heart don't understand
I'll give to the wrong the again
And again
Gotta give'em the benefit
I wasn't always innocent
I done did my dirt too
So I kno how this shit go fool
Okay I lost money got money back
Trick niggaz told em I'll b back
Pill flipper well they wasn't really all the way still peeled off wit the cash
Crossed out
Showed love to the wrong ones they got ghost on me
The boi fa ever goin thru sumn
And I'm done talkin
Okay if I ever did took sum from ya
You prolly deserved it
Prolly didn't
Street nigga handle yo business
Heard niggas like sneak dissing
Kel tec jus a cheap pistol
I be on sum keep it real shit half the times then mfs go to actin iffy
I aint lyin to my hoes nigga
If I aint got it then I aint actin like im on nigga
Puttin on fa deez hoes you trippin
My girl gotta own ya hear me
Shawty kno that she fuckin witta real one
She'll put the money in my hand
Bet a nigga can't post this
On some mo shit I aint never one no hoe shit
Except fuckin deez hoes
God is my witness
I looked out fa a couple
I ain't trippin bout it I'm trippin bout
How quick they forgot
Okay I'm learnin still
You can't lookout fa everybody
But my heart don't understand
Ill give to the wrong again
And again
Gotta give'em the benefit
I wasn't always innocent
I done did my dirt too
So I kno how this shit go fool
You gotta give respect
Or leave tha house
Money make niggaz feel like they can pay for it
But ion don't give no fuck bout what ya got
Thirty's fa da glizzys is a must
Hustlin getcha places takin won't
Took a onion had it workin fa me
I supervise a smoker drop a motor
Breaking down taught me how to come up
Youn own nun yeen nunn
Middle man wan tax for it
Make a nigga gone take it from him
How the hell you kno all the robbers
How tf you kno all the dealers
Why tf everybody love me
Cuz Everybody love a street nigga
Gimme dope lemme walk wit it
Put together this lil outfit fa bout 9800
Still got 91 on me
Okay I saved a lil
Blue script my paper dem
I ain't really got time fa a hoe right now
I'm 2 busy tryina have shit
Please don't tell me ya love me
Still got trust issues
These streets don't give a fuck
Find out after your sentenced
These niggaz ain't nunn like you thought
I be seein em
Dick ridin jewelry borrowerin
I ain't
Never been nann one of them
Bet a nigga cant post this
On sum mo shit I ain't never done no hoe shit
Except fuckin deez hoes
God is my witness
I looked out fa a couple
I ain't trippin bout it I'm trippin bout
How quick they forgot
Okay I'm learnin still
You can't lookout fa everybody
But my heart don't understand
I'll give to the wrong the again
And again
Gotta give'em the benefit
I wasn't always innocent
I done did my dirt too
So I kno how this shit go fool
Okay I lost money got money back
Trick niggaz told em I'll b back
Pill flipper well they wasn't really all the way still peeled off wit the cash
Crossed out
Showed love to the wrong ones they got ghost on me
The boi fa ever goin thru sumn
And I'm done talkin
Okay if I ever did took sum from ya
You prolly deserved it
Prolly didn't
Street nigga handle yo business
Heard niggas like sneak dissing
Kel tec jus a cheap pistol
I be on sum keep it real shit half the times then mfs go to actin iffy
I aint lyin to my hoes nigga
If I aint got it then I aint actin like im on nigga
Puttin on fa deez hoes you trippin
My girl gotta own ya hear me
Shawty kno that she fuckin witta real one
She'll put the money in my hand
Bet a nigga can't post this
On some mo shit I aint never one no hoe shit
Except fuckin deez hoes
God is my witness
I looked out fa a couple
I ain't trippin bout it I'm trippin bout
How quick they forgot
Okay I'm learnin still
You can't lookout fa everybody
But my heart don't understand
Ill give to the wrong again
And again
Gotta give'em the benefit
I wasn't always innocent
I done did my dirt too
So I kno how this shit go fool
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Writer(s): Curtis Duren Jr
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