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Only love you when you poppin they don't see the pain
They don't see the times we played that corner till that money came
No cap, poppy used to hit me with a ton of flake
Ma son got Gucci's everything his drip is not a game.
Had to distance from bothers that watched my pockets
Made profits because we soldiered all them losses
Any time I do that school run just know I got it cah I'd rather Trey see me in the can than in that coffin (Amen)
lack discipline I watched ma money dissapear
Bro went to jail I took a loss it's been a sticky year
Fell out with the family things happend and I shed a tear
I promised that's the next time that I cry I'd be a millionaire
I had this one ting I'd never wifey
Told me that she loved me she was lying
O 18 **** ran up in ma crib n tried to kill me
She just moved into the blocks that I almost lost my life in
You could never know the pain I feel
I got a story but I'll tell it when I make a mill
Cah if I tell it right now they say I'm in ma feelings
But if I tell it when I'm up the call it hella real
With elegance I play the field
This money's gotta help me heal
So I want it in abundance aint got time to chill
See I was looking for some time when you had time to kill
I've always played the field that's why I tell it like I'm in the field
Look
I don't kno who loves me I can tell you that my son does
Ask around every phone I had was doing numbers
They all wanna know how I balance what I balance
When every single hour of the day I'm bunning ganjas
I just tell em that it's for the pain
It could be worse for what I've seen I should be sniffing yay
Ma money good but deep down I know it should be great
**** show me love but nowadays I know this could be fake
I'm just in it for the long run, gotta bun one, make it a long one
I'm on one, day in ma shores you never done one
I made a promise the day they let me out them dungeons
That I would never touch another onion
But still Hustle live in the T I can't help it
If you ask all of ma exes they say I'm selfish
I recall a talk with ma ex she called me helpless
While I was counting all this money in this shoe box wer ma shelf is
Cah we get it like we never had it
And when the price of you was up that shit got dropped with magic
I used to fuk with **** hard that was a dirty habit
Ex ting wants me back but I just know that she don't want this baggage
look
Feelings gotta let em go, use them as a stepping stone
Hustle gotta let em know
It's midnight on Essex road
I just want that money put ma family onto better goals
I told trey that I got this n he told me daddy
Bring it home
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