Lyrics: Carlos Manuel Da Silva
Music: Vladyslav Libenson
Don’t listen to the hype, lest they talking I
Been through fire yet I’m still uh
Foot on necks, they don’t get no rest
As long as I’m around you don’t get no check
Only nigga eating yet I’m still so uh
Plus, my bitch bad she don’t leave no crumbs
Face so pretty, but that ass go dumb
Not too bad for a nigga from the slums
Fugee la la like I run with Pras
Ready or not here I come here I come
World in my palm, but I still want some
Shout to my moms, 'cause a nigga handsome
Shout to my pops, 'cause a nigga far from the dumb
Shout to the opps cause they don’t get none
Love or hate me, it’s all the same
At the end of day, I’m still getting paid
Never have they seen another nigga like me
Even if they try can’t holn the energy
Even at my lowest still not as hot as me
Look, I’m sick, burn a 1000 degrees
**** I’m ill. What’s the remedy
3 bad bitches that’s just might be
Niggas must be Tyson, how they trying to bite me
Niggas wanna die, let ‘em know try me
****
I might just crash out
****
Burn this whole bitch down
****
Bring another around
****, you done ****ed up now
****
I might just crash out
****
Burn this whole bitch down
****
Bring another around
**** you done ****ed up now
Wood grain for my campaign
& it’s all gas nigga no propane
Whip so hard I’m in my own lane
& I stay on go like it’s Olé
Wood grain for my campaign
& it’s all gas nigga no propane
Whip so hard I’m in my own lane
& I stay on go like Olé
**** ill what’s the remedy
3 bad bitches that’s just might be
Niggas must be Tyson, how they trying to bite me
Niggas wanna die, let ‘em know try me
**** I’m ill. What’s the remedy
3 bad bitches that’s just might be
Niggas must be Tyson, how they trying to bite me
Niggas wanna die, let ‘em know try me
****
I might just crash out
****
Burn this whole bitch down
****
Bring another around
**** you done ****ed up now