Lyrics: Tymathe Lamb
Music: Tymathe Lamb
I be on my own shit
went and got my own shit
yuh niggas yuh ain't on shit
won't stop until I own shit
out here getting right wit the same niggas I did wrong wit
how yuh gon get right always worried about the wrong shit
Almost lost my life twice ****in wit the wrong lick
lost a lot of money ****in wit the wrong bitch
niggas act like hoes gotta watch who I do songs wit
I can't trust soul gotta watch who I'm alone wit
tryna do shit right handle business on some grown shit call my jack
if shit ain't adding up yuh hear that phone click roger that
putting va on the map neva know where I be at
might be deep off in the woods blowin dope just kick in back
might be at a local show might be at a open mic
next thing yuh know I'm in Atlanta Hollywood the next night
getting paper in out the crib wat I said I'll do I did
niggas know just wat it is I'm just askin..
Can I live 3x
Who want war nigga who want war nigga who want war
People say I do a lot I been doin more
Just because is getting hot soon I'll be on tour
Yuh might hate the player but I know yuh see the score
I remember when I ran out of options
Me and ez out here tryna get it poppin
I wasn't fresh but I had the crowd rockin
Now all yuh smell is loud when I'm shoppin
I thank GOD for my mama she was stern
Had to get it from the muscle I ain't have no power steerin
Now I gotta car house spouse a couple children
Getting guap cause from the top I lay it down no perm
When these niggas gon learn grantin wishes I rap like a genie
I only sing cause nowadays I feel rapping to easy
Want beef I give it to yuh wrapped in zucchini
It's a pleasure to meet me so salute when yuh greet me
Can I live 3x