No Slowing Up

I can't let up
Life or death when
You in that field can't
Drop the ball
Good or bad gotta
Stand on 10 no
Fear at all
Off the porch
Bout lost my mind
Ain't have a clue
GPS I'm at that
Bag in hot pursuit
Wrap it real tight
Let it hit
All gas in
My Mufukin spliff
I roll it up
Shine hit hard
If it's stiff
Big gulps when I sip
On the rocks
I pour it up
See me on the block
In the mix
Big 9 wit a stick
Pushin drop you
Kno what up
Money cumin fast
No slowing up
Money cumin fast
No slowin up

Really count up
Wit the bidnizz
Strapped to the max
I got God as a witness
Really could shine
On these niggaz
Often take time
To reflect On credentials
Healthy though I
Rarely sleep
I made a choice
Like it all
Was so simple
She kno that
I don't compete
Stamped in dis
Bitch like a
Mufuckin symbol
Been through the struggle
Wit livin I got off
The porch and start
Gettin it I made a decision
Showed love to
To many niggaz
A few of em snaked me
Forgave em but
Ain't no forgettin
How you gone shit
On yo nigga
I passed you the game
And I made dis
This shit like a tradition
Shirt off my back
For these niggaz
I did a few solids
Real nigga I
Won't ever mention
Told all my steppaz
To focus on ending
Gone smash me a nigga
And have that boy trending
Rollin up opps in
A mufuckin swisher
Red in my eyes
Like it fuck
Up my vision
Told dem fuck
Niggas that I'm really gifted
Dem on the low
Haters neglected to listen
Knock a ho nigga
Rite outta contention
If I don't feel easy
Or have a suspicion

I can't let up
Life or death when
You in that field can't
Drop the ball
Good or bad gotta
Stand on 10 no
Fear at all
Off da porch
Bout lost my mind
Ain't have a clue
GPS I'm at that
Bag in hot pursuit
Wrap it real tight
Let it hit
All gas in
My Mufukin spliff
I roll it up
Shine hit hard
If it's stiff
Big gulps when I sip
On the rocks
I pour it up
I be on the block
In the mix
Big 9 wit a stick
Pushin drop you
Kno what up
Money cumin fast
No slowing up
Money cumin fast
No slowin up

Kno if I got it
You got it
I'll do it no problem
You won't never hear
Shit about it
Told em we came
From the bottom
My niggaz to solid
I'm stamping shit
Outta my body
Bitch I'll be lyin
If I say I ain't boom
It up off of that
Drop and dem
Packs of exotic
I don't regret when
I dealt wit the fET
I'm still diggin blue
Hunnidz up outta my pocket
I try to smile when
I'm out wit my son
I kno he like to listen
I kno he be watchin
Keep it real wit my boy
Even doe he still young
Hold yo foot on they throat
Can't not one nigga stop ya
Show love to all
Of my people
No matter wateva
We talkin I want
You to prosper
Shotta told me relax
That he got all the smackin
And smashin ain't no
Need to go see a doctor
Trap phoneeeeee
Just kno I got all
My spotters to seek
Out imposters
Cum stronggggg
Tell em don't brang
No pee shooters
We strapped wit dem choppers
Well knownnnnnnn
She wonna fuck
Wit a winner
He not on the roster
Kno my name ain't
Chris rock and we
Not at the oscars
Certified if I step
MFGE the problem



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Writer(s): Leonard Love
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