Ventures

I gave niggas chances but it's cool
I'll get it I been on my own
And it ain't no guessing I'm the first round pick how I'm so cold
How we made a way I came from breaking into them homes
We ain't have a meal I had to steal straight from the store

I gave niggas chance but it's cool
I'll it I been on my own
And it ain't no guessing I'm the first round pick how I'm so cold
How we made a way I came from breaking into them homes
We ain't have a meal I had to steal straight from the store

Man, This shit different yea
I done got a whole new type of bag
Like this shit Christian yea
Remember middle school The way I step was looking filthy Damn
Now the way I step They can just tell
How I go grind for real I never let up
You owe me then You better pay up

Just went to the store got more Guns
Moving like the captain Who want some
Smoke him like a Backwood
Shit blow strong
Need this shit right now Like Akon
Niggas goofy Something like Avon
Tryna get the money Can't play ball
Still be shooting
Been in the field too long Pressure he fold No big dawg

Don't play, Shoot y'all, Migo, Takeoff
I get money Ain't never gone lay off
Diamonds they steady be jumping
Like Kriss Kross
Land of the free But the home of a beast
I was made for this life and this World Ain't easy
Feet too big You never could be me
All my bitches say I'm too Conceited
I told her You ain't fucking then Shawty I'm leaving
Get on ya knees She please me Please me
Plug out in Cali I Need me a Kesha from belly
Too many these bitches be messy
My eyes getting heavy I got to slow down off the cup
I be pouring that shit Look like jelly
Hit me on the tele
I got me the sauce and the plug
He shipping in bowls If you ready
Cooper Kupp, Gone Catch it

I gave niggas chance, But it's cool
I'll get it I been on my own
And it ain't no guessing, I'm the first round pick How I'm so cold
How we made a way, I came from breaking into them Homes
We ain't have a meal, I had to steal straight from the store

I gave niggas chance, But it's cool
I'll get it I been on my own

And it ain't no guessing, I'm the first round pick How I'm so cold

How we made a way, I came from breaking into them Homes

We ain't have a meal, I had to steal straight from the Store

I Put the family onto my back
I know how it feel to have roaches and rats
Do you know the feeling? How it feels to be the brokest Sitting in the class
That shit with me just ain't sit right
Lost my brother can't sleep at night
But just know, Can't ever go back to be broke for the money I'll risk my life
Put it all on the line The blood and the sweat and the tears I knew not to quit since a kid
Don't ever trust loveBelieve in how loyal they is I promise they won't never switch
Huncho Houdini We still got the stick in Money so long Looking where do that pape' end

Screaming Red Rum Cuz I stay wit Jamaicans If you keep on speaking
Get left on the pavement

How we pulling up? New car, new clothes, Bad bitch, two chains And I put this shit on

Aye were you from? Down south, Tampa Bay, City boy, So I went and got it tat on my arm
This shit ain't easy Crossing the fam Can't go for the treason
Never the type to be living right
Problem child Starting sum shit when I come Around
Jumped in that water I never drowned
Ain't no quickie We goin a couple rounds
All that barking and hissing Is not allowed
How you say you the plug You can't sell a pound
That just tell me How these niggas goofy And half of these niggas
They can't get they money round
I was drowning You see that I'm swimming now
Merry Go these hoes love when we come around
If you say that it's up Then it's goin down

I gave niggas chance But it's cool
I'll get it I been on my own
And it ain't no guessing I'm the first round pick how I'm so cold how we made a way I came from breaking into them homes
We ain't have a meal I had to steal straight from the store
I gave niggas chance But it's cool
I'll get it I been on my own
And it ain't no guessing I'm the first round pick how I'm so cold
How we made a way I came from breaking into them Homes
We ain't have a meal I had to steal straight from the Store



Credits
Writer(s): Volodymyr Andriicha, Qadiir Wajd
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