VUCSA (feat. Bear the Boss)
Nigga eating lobsters but I used to catch VUCSA's
When you see me you might see a nigga that shot ya
If you fuck with me right or wrong nigga I got ya
Cut alot of niggas off cause these niggas imposters
Its 2022 nigga what you wanna do
I was in prison when I turned 22
Make it do what it do nigga ima act a fool
2022 nigga what it really do
Niggas hating couldn't walk a mile up in my shoes
Huss said you run out of money you run out of moves
Niggas talk alot of shit but never paid they dues
Used to do hand to hands now its major moves
Goonies running to the money like a raging bull
Bitch my life a movie call it paid in full
I was hot up on the block but I made it cool
Knocked a thot up on the block really made her drool
Somewhere out of state buying real estate
I done seen the real is fake tryna kill a snake
Been a problem on the blade all these bitch's slayed
On the hill with the caine tryna kill the game
Tryna mack around the map get the biggest trap
Remember brody had the Jag I was in the Lac
I was grinding in the town with my pockets tapped
Now I roll it out the pound just to help relax
Knock the baddie at the bar pulled off in her car
Cause i'm shining from afar looking like a star
Bitch i'm upper echelon you ain't up to par
Thug life when I slide nigga fuck the law
When you see me you might see a nigga that shot ya
If you fuck with me right or wrong nigga I got ya
Cut alot of niggas off cause these niggas imposters
Its 2022 nigga what you wanna do
I was in prison when I turned 22
Make it do what it do nigga ima act a fool
2022 nigga what it really do
Niggas hating couldn't walk a mile up in my shoes
Huss said you run out of money you run out of moves
Niggas talk alot of shit but never paid they dues
Used to do hand to hands now its major moves
Goonies running to the money like a raging bull
Bitch my life a movie call it paid in full
I was hot up on the block but I made it cool
Knocked a thot up on the block really made her drool
Somewhere out of state buying real estate
I done seen the real is fake tryna kill a snake
Been a problem on the blade all these bitch's slayed
On the hill with the caine tryna kill the game
Tryna mack around the map get the biggest trap
Remember brody had the Jag I was in the Lac
I was grinding in the town with my pockets tapped
Now I roll it out the pound just to help relax
Knock the baddie at the bar pulled off in her car
Cause i'm shining from afar looking like a star
Bitch i'm upper echelon you ain't up to par
Thug life when I slide nigga fuck the law
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Writer(s): Daniel Molino
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