Our World
Don't know
Don't know who told you
Hop out
Black coupe
Nigga playing gon' face dude
Fed Up
Real shit
This really gon' make or break you
How much am I taking
Got a good heart but a bad mood
And I know its my problem
No bitching just move smarter
Ain't got to trip 'bout asking I gotcha
Built this bitch from the motherfucking bottom
And we don't press pause there's more shit to do
Can't just forget what the fuck I'm apart of
Niggas got no sense won't throw two
Fuck no ain't jacking that why would I bother
Why would I ever fall out with my brother
In this for life I wont get it confused
Fore all this rap shit niggas had nothing
Post in the back with the laptop cutting
Dogs on the way bout to drive to the bricks
Name buzzing 'round like flies on shit
We could go there see how far this gets
Getting money now whole neck wrist piss
You ain't peep how they all on my dick
Shame thought we was starting to click
Lames running this shit it's sick
But again we ain't even think 'bout
How the fuck we getting rich
Gon' be a big drought
The rain on the way now
Taking yo bitch down
We see through the fake shit
I ain't no damn clown
Wondering if you gon' make it
Got three spliffs rolled 'bout to face it
Nigga sit down spark in the staircase
After that bout to handle this placement
Got excuses fuck out my damn face
Know this whole tape made in a basement
I got no shame bout where I come from
When they here this they'll say it's amazing dogs
New wave coming through better watch out
Tape dropped yeah it's time for the dogs now
There's a number one spot and I need that
Get to the top still won't look down
Then you gon' find me rocking this B hat
We going back gon' get in there somehow
Don't know
Don't know who told you
Hop out
Black coupe
Nigga playing gon' face dude
Fed Up
Real shit
This really gon' make or break you
How much am I taking
Got a good heart but a bad mood
And I know its my problem
No bitching just move smarter
Ain't got to trip 'bout asking I gotcha
Built this bitch from the motherfucking bottom
And we don't press pause there's more shit to do
Can't just forget what the fuck I'm apart of
Niggas got no sense won't throw two
Fuck no ain't jacking that why would I bother
Don't know who told you
Hop out
Black coupe
Nigga playing gon' face dude
Fed Up
Real shit
This really gon' make or break you
How much am I taking
Got a good heart but a bad mood
And I know its my problem
No bitching just move smarter
Ain't got to trip 'bout asking I gotcha
Built this bitch from the motherfucking bottom
And we don't press pause there's more shit to do
Can't just forget what the fuck I'm apart of
Niggas got no sense won't throw two
Fuck no ain't jacking that why would I bother
Why would I ever fall out with my brother
In this for life I wont get it confused
Fore all this rap shit niggas had nothing
Post in the back with the laptop cutting
Dogs on the way bout to drive to the bricks
Name buzzing 'round like flies on shit
We could go there see how far this gets
Getting money now whole neck wrist piss
You ain't peep how they all on my dick
Shame thought we was starting to click
Lames running this shit it's sick
But again we ain't even think 'bout
How the fuck we getting rich
Gon' be a big drought
The rain on the way now
Taking yo bitch down
We see through the fake shit
I ain't no damn clown
Wondering if you gon' make it
Got three spliffs rolled 'bout to face it
Nigga sit down spark in the staircase
After that bout to handle this placement
Got excuses fuck out my damn face
Know this whole tape made in a basement
I got no shame bout where I come from
When they here this they'll say it's amazing dogs
New wave coming through better watch out
Tape dropped yeah it's time for the dogs now
There's a number one spot and I need that
Get to the top still won't look down
Then you gon' find me rocking this B hat
We going back gon' get in there somehow
Don't know
Don't know who told you
Hop out
Black coupe
Nigga playing gon' face dude
Fed Up
Real shit
This really gon' make or break you
How much am I taking
Got a good heart but a bad mood
And I know its my problem
No bitching just move smarter
Ain't got to trip 'bout asking I gotcha
Built this bitch from the motherfucking bottom
And we don't press pause there's more shit to do
Can't just forget what the fuck I'm apart of
Niggas got no sense won't throw two
Fuck no ain't jacking that why would I bother
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Writer(s): Jason Thompson
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