Lyrics: Nuwh Charife
Music: Wood Pecker
That be doing that time gon pull this pistol out and swear that I’ll be slapping out five
He start bleeding leave em there and kick that boy to the side
Yea yeaa
Listen
The money don’t make a ****ing difference you know that nigga?
It don’t make a difference when you one of a kind my nigga
I do this shit cuz I wanna do this shit nigga (Ayo Blizzy bro ! What it do cuzzin)
That’s the difference between me n you Ah aight (yo Blizzy told me do it to em so I had to do it to em nam’sayin)
Turn me up then
Yo M-Press put this shit up man... let’s get it, Uh huh
The money don’t make a difference when you one of a kind
Can’t be acting like a star if you don’t know how to shine
Can’t be acting like you gang so stop throwing up signs
And if we sliding on da opps gon have to shoot till he die
Don’t wanna have to bring this tool when I’m stepping outside
But if a nigga diss my brother that be doing that time
Gon pull this pistol out and I swear that I’ll be slapping out 5
He start bleeding leave em there and kick dat boy to the side
The money don’t make a difference when you one of a kind
Can’t be acting like a star if you don’t know how to shine
Can’t be acting like you gang so stop throwing up signs
And if we sliding on da opps gon have to shoot till he die
Don’t wanna have to bring this tool when I’m stepping outside
But if a nigga diss my brother that be doing that time
Gon pull this pistol out and I swear that I’ll be slapping out 5
He start bleeding leave em there and kick dat boy to the side
He up there at the third
Run up in his room and leave a nigga on the first
Another child gone his momma found him on the curb
You came into this game gotta be ready for the worst
Lately I’ve been down it got me sipping on sirop
They kicked me out the crib I got evicted on the first
All I know is **** it out my pain into this verse
I can’t **** wit no niggas, all they know is act like birds
I came in high as **** now look at me I’m off the purp
I ain’t even done, just light this blunt before I pass it
Looking at my palms I’m crying on my homies ashes
Mom said get a job go ahead get off yo asses
Can’t go back to the trap cuz In the trap what I was trapped in
niggas wouldn’t test me cuz they kno that I was packing
Even when they saw me in the streets and caught me lacking
Did it by myself and now this money automatic
Ain’t have to push no packs or wrap no shit up in no plastic
Don’t ever get it twisted, I did this before the rapping
niggas say I’m soft but in the end it just don’t matter
If we calculating we can check WHOS pockets fatter or who’s bitches is badder
Yea, said if we calculating we can check who’s pockets fatter Or Whos bitches is badder
niggas say I’m soft but in the end it just don’t matter...
The money don’t make a difference when you one of a kind
Can’t be acting like a star if you don’t know how to shine
Can’t be acting like you gang so stop throwing up signs
And if we sliding on da opps gon have to shoot till he die
Don’t wanna have to bring this tool when I’m stepping outside
But if a nigga diss my brother that be doing that time
Gon pull this pistol out and I swear that I’ll be slapping out 5
He start bleeding leave em there and kick dat boy to the side
The money don’t make a difference when you one of a kind
Can’t be acting like a star if you don’t know how to shine
Can’t be acting like you gang so stop throwing up signs
And if we sliding on da opps gon have to shoot till he die
Don’t wanna have to bring this tool when I’m stepping outside
But if a nigga diss my brother that be doing that time
Gon pull this pistol out and I swear that I’ll be slapping out 5
He start bleeding leave em there and kick dat boy to the side
Yeah man
Lot of shit been going on
You guys don't know about nothing
Tryna stay cool tho, gotta show them this mine
It's been a while since I stepped back in the booth man
Let's start this real shit
So I hope y'all feel this man
(Nanana, nana ....)