Don't Stop

Alright, we are good. Are we recording?
Alright, bet
DJ, let's go
E.T

Look, I'm feeling right
Let's go, terrestrial
Oh, just like crossing the slope, man
I said to myself that I could do this if hoes can

I've been scheming, writing lyrics on a motherfucking mission
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I know that shawty be tripping
But when she comes through, I just sit back and smoke my cannabis
Watch that waist go round and round, man, I'm like an analyst

She wanna love a nigga, but I'm someone that you chase
I got money on my mind, bae, I'm just trying to win this race
To the haters with the bullshit, get the fuck up out of my face
I don't wanna talk about guns, but I just might let one spray

He doesn't wanna play, I got like 50 in the cake
Through the dirt and disappear, I'm yelling, motherfucker, case
But I just wanna hit the scene, places I never seen
With the swag that you never seen, rolling sticks with green in between

Raps are laced with a dream, I be trapping, touching that cream
The cold nights were in between, so thank you, Lord, for my team
Cause niggas wanna see us down and broke
That's why I'm staying fresh, like a fucking bar of soap

If there's money on your mind, you ain't got no time to mope
I needed that money, so I copped a sack of dope
And now I'm flipping it, hitting it
I can't fuck with hoes, they are on that lion shit

I'm king in my jungle, boy, I be on that lion shit
Moving with a pack of wolves, you pussy boys be acting Dutch
I pick my lot right off the bush, smoking on that Michael Cush
She just wanted niggas she could fuck to pay her bills

Man, I don't have time for no games
Girl, I know your love ain't real
She just wanna chill, cause I'm slanging with her for real
Smoking on that 2ka, I'm just trying to feel the thrill

They ask me what's my deal, and I just tell them I'm too real
No, I'm not trying to chill, I'd rather count up dollar bills
Cruising through my city, I'm just trying to be the topic
Know these coppers, they are tripping

I'm just hoping they don't stop me
Got an o-off in the backpack, but I ain't tripping
Grab the L from the blunt, rep
Man, like that shit, cause I be moving and slaying

Let's shout it like how I'm hanging
I got this road that I'm paving
I have no time to be waiting
You got your feet on the pavement

Steady making them statements, my eyes closed
Hydro, I don't know what I be thinking
Most of the time, I be rapping
Most of the time, I be acting

Most of the time, we are
Let's get it
Married to the game, but she always thinks I'm cheating
Married to the game, but she always thinks I'm cheating

Married to the game, but she always thinks I'm cheating
Married to the game
Married to the game



Credits
Writer(s): Arnold Carlo
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