eVolved!
Took my time with this shit, and I made it happen
Took my time with this shit, and I made it happen
I be slidin' through them lanes when I'm up in traffic
The difference between us, I'm gon' make it happen
Hit the seven, I got drank
I'm too high, can't hear nothin' that you sayin'
Why they look at me insane
Like I'm goin' crazy Am I goin' crazy
Girl, I thought you was my baby
I thought that nigga was gon' ride for me
I got my gun that bitch gon' die with me
But I bet I let it go before he try to take me
I can't fuck with that lil' bitch, I know that ho be fakin
I hop out, I be crispy, I look like some bacon
Backwood, face it, uh All my problems, face it, yeah
Bitch, I gotta face this shit, don't worry, we gon' make it
Yeah, I gotta face it, told my mama we gon' make it
Is they losin' faith in me is they losin' faith in me
Countin' bucks, my pockets never empty
I'm not no killer, bitch, but do not tempt me
Cause I will blow it Yeah, I will blow it
This movement enormous
Tryna take my mom overseas
Tryna take the gang overseas
You just gotta work for it
I been workin' so hard, so goddamn long This shit took long to get here
And I ain't even where I wanna be
I need guap, need cheddar cheese
Why that nigga mad at me
Fonto, can you tell why they hate on me
Why they hate on us
We don't do nothin', we just countin' up
We just gettin' money
We just fuck it up
We gon' fuck it up
We gon' fuck it up
Why they hate on us
Took my time with this shit, and I made it happen
I be slidin' through them lanes when I'm up in traffic
The difference between us, I'm gon' make it happen
Hit the seven, I got drank
I'm too high, can't hear nothin' that you sayin'
Why they look at me insane
Like I'm goin' crazy Am I goin' crazy
Girl, I thought you was my baby
I thought that nigga was gon' ride for me
I got my gun that bitch gon' die with me
But I bet I let it go before he try to take me
I can't fuck with that lil' bitch, I know that ho be fakin
I hop out, I be crispy, I look like some bacon
Backwood, face it, uh All my problems, face it, yeah
Bitch, I gotta face this shit, don't worry, we gon' make it
Yeah, I gotta face it, told my mama we gon' make it
Is they losin' faith in me is they losin' faith in me
Countin' bucks, my pockets never empty
I'm not no killer, bitch, but do not tempt me
Cause I will blow it Yeah, I will blow it
This movement enormous
Tryna take my mom overseas
Tryna take the gang overseas
You just gotta work for it
I been workin' so hard, so goddamn long This shit took long to get here
And I ain't even where I wanna be
I need guap, need cheddar cheese
Why that nigga mad at me
Fonto, can you tell why they hate on me
Why they hate on us
We don't do nothin', we just countin' up
We just gettin' money
We just fuck it up
We gon' fuck it up
We gon' fuck it up
Why they hate on us
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Writer(s): Na'im Major
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