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Peter Arvell johnson
Peter Arvell johnson
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Lyrics

I ain't never done shit to make me look like a bitch
I'ma talk my shit feelin' like my
Mike epps
You ain't never heard shit like this admit it
I ain't nothin' like these **** I'm
A little bit different
Got my piece of the pie
A **** been hungry I need to survive
I'ma take yours before you can take mine
have my youngin' pull up like I needed a ride like **** hop in
Not too many people wanna see the kid win so
I said fuck him I cannot trust them
Gotta keep it real I can't seem to pretend
If you ain't talking about money end of discussion
Honestly it doesn't mean nothing to me
Bout to heat this bitch up ima reach 3rd degree
You **** comedians funny to me boy
I can't fall off gotta stay on my feet
on to what's next can't lose a step
Boy you look stressed you cannot compare
I got him upset cause how I flex
Don't come at the set or will aim at ya neck
I took a check and knew how to invest it
I want the best can't settle for less
I Came from the mud no you wasnt there
Now a **** fly like I took off on jet
Some where in the clouds I been floating in the air
Ain't gon' lie but a **** feel blessed
No need to stunt but I did it by myself
I just had to try and go harder than ever
Shit wasn't easy but we made it happen
They ask how I'm livin' now I say fantastic
I just made it play I should coach for the mavericks
You know I ball like a basket
You know I stay higher than NASA
I'm about to blast off smokin' Alaskan
No way you can call me the master
I'm a drip at everlasting you gon' need practice
I never thought this could happen
Where I came from man you couldn't imagine
Stayin' on point like a cactus
I taught the money how to do gymnastics
No they not ready for me to come up
They just want to see the kid down doin bad
I never cared or really gave a fuck
This big ol bag got my haters big mad
Lets keep on pushing I gotta move foward
I can't strees my time on me looking back
Genius was born to flourish they ask me
Arvell how you do it like that
On to what's next can't lose a step
Boy you look stressed you cannot compare
I got him upset cause how I flex
Don't come at the set or will aim at your neck
I took a check and knew how to invest it
I want the best can't settle for less
Came from the mud no you wasn't there
Now a **** fly like I took off on jet
Written by: Peter Arvell johnson
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