Intro
I put my all inside this shit
I'm taking chances, taking risks
I had to hustle hard cause I want diamonds dancing on my wrist
I told her play your part before you get to asking what we is
Too many sticks inside this whip pray my trigger finger don't itch
I fell asleep when rats was crawling in my attic
I ain't really one for talking we just hop out and get active
I fell in love with rubber bands and counting money with a passion
Got my knowledge from my Momma and my hustle from my Daddy
If a nigga say its problems then we hop out with the static
Pop out fully automatic get to passing out some caskets
Auto like a taxi driver cause he traffic to the masses
Suck me like a pacifier she go slower than molasses
I was gone put a hook but I'll just go in
Some niggas rob the hood but I'd just rather bring some bows in
My circle full of niggas making green I call them close friends
Got niggas out the South so throw them four's then
They try to hate the kid but it won't work because I'm chosen
Hard to lose your focus when you been grinding a long time
No flaw inside my motives all my niggas with my gone shine
I'm a young shiner nigga
Before Balenciaga Polo was designer nigga
G-Shock to a Rolex trying to go and switch my timing nigga
Ex-Bitch wanna see me I told her find a picture
Two cups with codeine I pour in my elixir
At times I'm trying to get my thoughts to slow down
I was taught to run the money up but keep it on the low down
My breed different cause my Momma birthed a 90's Baby
Got up off my ass ain't have no time for waiting
Lessons in my past and some was hard to face them
Stepped inside my bag and now I'm hard to play with
I just got to running up that cash cause it ain't hard to make it
It feel like my own people hate me
But that just make me up them racks and put it in they faces
It ain't no sense in moving backwards so we elevating
I fill my blunts with the Runts yeah that be my medication
Wake up make a flip just like a back bend
It's like I clean up tennis courts the way I bring the racks in
I keep a Nine beside me I can't never get caught lacking
Like we at the Apple Store we brought the Mac in
If you say that you my partner get your knife up out my back then
I'm taking chances, taking risks
I had to hustle hard cause I want diamonds dancing on my wrist
I told her play your part before you get to asking what we is
Too many sticks inside this whip pray my trigger finger don't itch
I fell asleep when rats was crawling in my attic
I ain't really one for talking we just hop out and get active
I fell in love with rubber bands and counting money with a passion
Got my knowledge from my Momma and my hustle from my Daddy
If a nigga say its problems then we hop out with the static
Pop out fully automatic get to passing out some caskets
Auto like a taxi driver cause he traffic to the masses
Suck me like a pacifier she go slower than molasses
I was gone put a hook but I'll just go in
Some niggas rob the hood but I'd just rather bring some bows in
My circle full of niggas making green I call them close friends
Got niggas out the South so throw them four's then
They try to hate the kid but it won't work because I'm chosen
Hard to lose your focus when you been grinding a long time
No flaw inside my motives all my niggas with my gone shine
I'm a young shiner nigga
Before Balenciaga Polo was designer nigga
G-Shock to a Rolex trying to go and switch my timing nigga
Ex-Bitch wanna see me I told her find a picture
Two cups with codeine I pour in my elixir
At times I'm trying to get my thoughts to slow down
I was taught to run the money up but keep it on the low down
My breed different cause my Momma birthed a 90's Baby
Got up off my ass ain't have no time for waiting
Lessons in my past and some was hard to face them
Stepped inside my bag and now I'm hard to play with
I just got to running up that cash cause it ain't hard to make it
It feel like my own people hate me
But that just make me up them racks and put it in they faces
It ain't no sense in moving backwards so we elevating
I fill my blunts with the Runts yeah that be my medication
Wake up make a flip just like a back bend
It's like I clean up tennis courts the way I bring the racks in
I keep a Nine beside me I can't never get caught lacking
Like we at the Apple Store we brought the Mac in
If you say that you my partner get your knife up out my back then
Credits
Writer(s): Joel White
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