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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doe B
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Pain 1
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Started out with peanuts, young street dreamer
Feeling like Ace Boogie when he first quit the cleaners
Almost shocked the world, Muhammad Ali
I’m back stabbing as Calvin ass **** tryna team up
Back watching my **** because I’m watching for ****
Who wanna stop me my ****? But trust me I'ma get richer
By any means, like MAC king with that thing in that picture
Now, I ain't ringing like a iPhone, **** wanna leave me 'cause
[Verse 2]
When you get money, trouble tend to come your way
If you play, raise my gun like my sun in your face
I bust it like a nut, made me cum on your face
I go off like a bomb, think Saddam in this place
A lot of **** in the way, still in a turtle race
But you know it ain't no fun when the rabbit got the cake
I go hard, like a pallet in your place
And I ain't spraying like Proactive in your face
You **** asked me to the streets
[Verse 3]
And I can't believe ****, believe ****
Bet you could check my background
Yeah, I was gone for a minute, but I'm back now
And you little ****, summer's over, fall back now
I done fell down a couple times, crawled back now
Hoes ain't used to answer for me, now they call back now
I ain't used to be shit, they think I'm all that now
**** hollering beef shit back to me, y'all on cow
Worse
[Verse 4]
Yeah, and these is words of a real ****
No matter where, hand you a Dolce, got a deal with it
And how I feel is how I feel, there's no fear, ****
'Cause fake **** paralyze real ****
Back when I was little, I loved to idolize real ****
And seen how much it says really do kill ****
They ain't gon' feel you till they kill you
I'm Top 5, Dead or Alive, one of the realest
[Verse 5]
Just the ordinary life of a G
I can't believe these **** want stripes off of me
****, I grew up with, I can't even fuck with
He can't look you in the eyes? Then a **** suspect
[Verse 6]
That's the reason I can't trust shit
But, my vision colorful as Trukfit, I could see the future
I could see the winners and the loser
Copping Versace, I feel like Medusa
Snakes 'round my head, snakes 'round my bed
Snakes all in the yard, damn, gotta cut the grass
****, I give my last, they don't even wanna see me last
Take the good with the bad, but damn, this shit bad
[Verse 7]
Get money, don't get mad
I said, get money, don't get married
Only wife of mine's just this life of crime
When I started flirting with death, I almost got fired
[Verse 8]
I remember hearing shots fired in the hospital
Dawg said, he thought Pac came back and died
I'm up nine, and I ain't backing down
It's trap life till my casket down
This my city, you can ask around
And if I'm lying? In that case, a fish can drown
My God, we ain't no motherfuckin' biscuit town
Y'all could keep all that bullshit, just don't forget the crown
King shit
Written by: Bushy B