Nothin

When I got out
Will be sad out
Just like a bullet from the favorite fire
I wont kill it shut up,. shut up
Those . doubt it
See the jail made me
Like I aint coming to platinum numbers
Like I aint . for 2 summers
Like I aint paid
Like I aint .
Made the game so trickle
. I learnt a move from the best.plus I am . disappear
A star career I aint share no tear
New 8 months to an year
Ill be back and get ill . cashier
Fuck some cash . this is a world premier
Oh yeah I came . got money I need that.

I keep losing them so I can trust
. no matter where you put me eventually I just
Stay hating on the . always . got no paper
. I pull of the cable . next door neighbour
. I know how to pursued them
.but the police made him. AKA.shit in their mouth
You are fucking with a grown man game is over
Old time in the hood . true soldiers
.spill shit real niggers respect them
. get this money now well connected
we are showing balls
Off the block
We are
I got nothing else to say
That shit is light man



Credits
Writer(s): Dieuson Octave, Algernod Washington, Antoine Etienne Jr
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