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Nakia Norman
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Chamberlain, he's got it
It's not to hard fool
Ayy, fuck another nigga bread, I'm focused on my own bread
Never trust these niggas, they gon' cross you, that's what grandma said
Ayy, see the last caper that we pullin' stuck, can't get it out my head
Ayy, they talk about the flaws, let's talk about how many people I fed
I been gettin' bigger, I ain't Lil' Killer no more
I ain't puttin' cuss on them, bitch, I know the whole go
Remember, I was broke and I can't feel that pain no more
Shout out to LaShaw, she kept it real on her low
Ayy, want you a bad bitch, then just get you some money
They gon' leave you on read when you broke, be hobie, actin' funny
200 deep straight hyenas with me, them niggas know how we comin'
Up in Cali with them peas, rappin' bitches like a mommy
Can't finesse me, I got sense, bitch, that nigga ain't no dummy
If you owe me, gotta pay, bitch, that nigga, I want my money
I'm just focused, I'm just grindin', bitch, that nigga, I mind my business
Leave me alone, I be chillin', bitch, that nigga gon' make me kill
Ayy, I know I'm the man, I know I'm that nigga
Ain't fuckin' on no fan, I'm lyin' out my head
Ayy, woke up nine this morning, it's 5 a.m., and I'm still up
Ayy, I gotta get this bread, them niggas all ready straight, tryna wrap my eyes up
I don't, I don't wanna be these niggas, don't wanna be these niggas
Truth be told, I ain't got money, I don't even wanna see these niggas
Put on all my chains, they bangin', nigga, I get freezin' with you
Talk that dope, hit that dog shit, my dog just had a little
The jail, my nigga, he just came home, I told him, don't go back to jail
Hey, you eatin', sellin' pills, weed, or powder, ain't no crack for sale
Shawty sound flashy like my vibe, diss that teeth well
I was pushin' P back in 03, I'm a big pro
I think I'm Mark D, I think I'm Busy B
Ayy, I think I'm Sean, dawg, I think I'm Mickey E
Ayy, free to kill, I'm MVP like West and y'all the B
200 up in jury, high five shining, bitch, they know it's me
Pull her out, spit up in her mouth, she a super freak
Pizza got no smell, y'all know smell, her shit super sweet
I don't want no love from none of you niggas, just give me Lord T
If I should die before I wake, I pray to Lord, I saw the key
Real bitch, when I was broke, she came through, put me on my feet
Big lil' nigga, just know my name, but they don't know me
I'm a real nigga, you can drop me off in any hood
If I pop short, I ain't trippin'
Long as I get it, best I could, I'm grindin', I can't come and kick it, which I'm grindin'
Gotta spoil my girls and my little sister, ambitious
Happen like this is pull-ups, I don't like outside hoes, I like my bitches put up, yes
Writer(s): Nakia Norman, Giovanni Tyrone Gardner, Bryan Diaz
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