#Tuck it
(I want to get my hands dirty)
You don't want to get your hands dirty
You got your fye, you got to tuck it
Yeah, swear if it wasn't for music
Yeah they never say they love me
Yeah, doing what you doing but somehow you still judge me
Running through all of this money
I come back and make it double
My brother had got that sack but he got happy and he fumbled
Bullets hit my man it made me sad and I got trauma
I been in my bag
I use that shit to fuel my conscious
Woah, niggas act like hos nowadays they gossip
Playaz Only, they don't wan' let us in the door we the locksmith
Heard a nigga say some about M50 right now ok bro pop him
I'm on hi-tech right now might not believe me shit that's what it is
Ay, I been going through some shit that I can't speak on
I get high and then I talk about it with my dead friends
Since when you gave me a shoulder I could lean on?
You ain't seen what I seen this not your vision
I thought you would never switch 'cause our code was the same yeah
How you trying to fuck me for some fame, I ain't got no fame yet?
One cup not enough it's two cups for my pain yeah
Yeah, I got some cash bro got some cash so that's the same flex
I thought you would never switch 'cause our code was the same yeah
How you trying to fuck me for sum fame, I ain't got no fame yet?
One cup not enough it's two cups for my pain yeah
Why she trying fuck me for my fame, I ain't got no fame yet?
Run from my demons
But they be fast
They on my ass
I hit the gas, said that I ain't need none
But love on my head
You in my dreams now, so when I sleep I can't escape your trance
You all I need now, addicted to you I don't stand a chance
(Yeah Yeah)
(I don't stand no chance, yeah)
Yeah, you don't want to get your hands dirty
You got your fye, you got to tuck it
Yeah, swear if it wasn't for music
Yeah they never say they love me
Doing what you doing but somehow you still judge me
Running through all of this money
I come back and make it double
Look my brother had got that sack but he got happy and he fumbled
Bullets hit my man it made me sad and I got trauma
I been in my bag
I use that shit to fuel my conscious
Woah, niggas act like hos nowadays they gossip
Playaz Only, they don't wan' let us in the door we the locksmith
Heard a nigga say some about M50 right now ok bro pop him
I'm on hi-tech right now might not believe me shit that's what it is
Ay, I been going through some shit that I can't speak on
I get high and then I talk about it with my dead friends
Since when you gave me a shoulder I could lean on?
You ain't seen what I seen this not your vision
You don't want to get your hands dirty
You got your fye, you got to tuck it
Yeah, swear if it wasn't for music
Yeah they never say they love me
Yeah, doing what you doing but somehow you still judge me
Running through all of this money
I come back and make it double
My brother had got that sack but he got happy and he fumbled
Bullets hit my man it made me sad and I got trauma
I been in my bag
I use that shit to fuel my conscious
Woah, niggas act like hos nowadays they gossip
Playaz Only, they don't wan' let us in the door we the locksmith
Heard a nigga say some about M50 right now ok bro pop him
I'm on hi-tech right now might not believe me shit that's what it is
Ay, I been going through some shit that I can't speak on
I get high and then I talk about it with my dead friends
Since when you gave me a shoulder I could lean on?
You ain't seen what I seen this not your vision
I thought you would never switch 'cause our code was the same yeah
How you trying to fuck me for some fame, I ain't got no fame yet?
One cup not enough it's two cups for my pain yeah
Yeah, I got some cash bro got some cash so that's the same flex
I thought you would never switch 'cause our code was the same yeah
How you trying to fuck me for sum fame, I ain't got no fame yet?
One cup not enough it's two cups for my pain yeah
Why she trying fuck me for my fame, I ain't got no fame yet?
Run from my demons
But they be fast
They on my ass
I hit the gas, said that I ain't need none
But love on my head
You in my dreams now, so when I sleep I can't escape your trance
You all I need now, addicted to you I don't stand a chance
(Yeah Yeah)
(I don't stand no chance, yeah)
Yeah, you don't want to get your hands dirty
You got your fye, you got to tuck it
Yeah, swear if it wasn't for music
Yeah they never say they love me
Doing what you doing but somehow you still judge me
Running through all of this money
I come back and make it double
Look my brother had got that sack but he got happy and he fumbled
Bullets hit my man it made me sad and I got trauma
I been in my bag
I use that shit to fuel my conscious
Woah, niggas act like hos nowadays they gossip
Playaz Only, they don't wan' let us in the door we the locksmith
Heard a nigga say some about M50 right now ok bro pop him
I'm on hi-tech right now might not believe me shit that's what it is
Ay, I been going through some shit that I can't speak on
I get high and then I talk about it with my dead friends
Since when you gave me a shoulder I could lean on?
You ain't seen what I seen this not your vision
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