You know when you got your head down and you, you know, doing whatever you gotta do?
That's real hustling yo
All these niggas stunting on AInstagram talking bout
"Yo, aye, gimme your bank account yo, and I'll deposit $4,000 da-da-da-da-da"
That's cool and all, but dont come to me, talking shit like I ain't on my grind and shit yo.
They be on my Instagram looking at my pictures like, " You got game nigga?"
I be looking at these niggas sideways yo
I be like really? tell me though
Half of you niggas be lying
You claim you be speeding but really yall moving slow
Grinding put you out the pocket though
I mean stupid far international
I was taught to keep the head low
Different time zones, lane go
Expand money quick like rapido
People quick to claim you kinfolk
But niggas be flaking so simple
I might invest me a reef blow
Someone find the number to home depot
I'm just saying
Niggas wanna ride down with you all night but where are they in the day and
Niggas throw stones at your pathway I just call it brick-laying
I dont have time to keep fools close
I just keep em close in prayer, boy
I'm a man I dont play with toys
Niggas sweet like some chips ahoy
Freak of nature I'm a freak a zoid
Treat your girl like a Rolls Royce
Gentleman keep the pussy poised
Let the stink noise like OOH
So what's really good nigga?
I did yall wrong
I wanna welcome everybody, huh
To the immaculate, (Uh huh), Innovative (Uh huh)
Intelligent (Man get to it)
Legend of Street Styles! (There you go)
I'm one half of that
Ya boy A+, swag it out for you niggas
I be like frontin? I never do
Starter that make yall substitutes
I crash bandicoot when it come to tunes
I crash any stage with a pair of shoes
Keep popping up like breaking news
Earthquaking, my word statements
Turned O's that a nigga blowing through
To O's you gotta add a comma to
My vocab, will keep a low class, nigga on the mute
I'm conscientious, keep a ton of women
And we jumpin in em, like front flipping in the swimming pool
Ain't worried bout commentary
Just keeping my music very
Un-ordinary, it's the God in me like Mary Mary
Yall very berry
Telling stories that's a ton of fairy
While filling out slips for commissary (Huh)
That's a burden I don't wanna carry (Huh)
Fight for mine like they chanting Jerry
I'm a old soul like we broke up I can take you back
So throwed, lived a hardbook now a nigga starting to make paperback
Just stating facts like OOH
Styles!
This shit make you wanna sing!
I did you wrong uh
This nigga crazy yo
I did you wrong
Let that bitch ride out
When they play this in Sunnyside they gonna
They gonna wake up to my shit like, Ahh
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You know when you got your head down and you, you know, doing whatever you gotta do?
That's real hustling yo
All these niggas stunting on AInstagram talking bout
"Yo, aye, gimme your bank account yo, and I'll deposit $4,000 da-da-da-da-da"
That's cool and all, but dont come to me, talking shit like I ain't on my grind and shit yo.
They be on my Instagram looking at my pictures like, " You got game nigga?"
I be looking at these niggas sideways yo
I be like really? tell me though
Half of you niggas be lying
You claim you be speeding but really yall moving slow
Grinding put you out the pocket though
I mean stupid far international
I was taught to keep the head low
Different time zones, lane go
Expand money quick like rapido
People quick to claim you kinfolk
But niggas be flaking so simple
I might invest me a reef blow
Someone find the number to home depot
I'm just saying
Niggas wanna ride down with you all night but where are they in the day and
Niggas throw stones at your pathway I just call it brick-laying
I dont have time to keep fools close
I just keep em close in prayer, boy
I'm a man I dont play with toys
Niggas sweet like some chips ahoy
Freak of nature I'm a freak a zoid
Treat your girl like a Rolls Royce
Gentleman keep the pussy poised
Let the stink noise like OOH
So what's really good nigga?
I did yall wrong
I wanna welcome everybody, huh
To the immaculate, (Uh huh), Innovative (Uh huh)
Intelligent (Man get to it)
Legend of Street Styles! (There you go)
I'm one half of that
Ya boy A+, swag it out for you niggas
I be like frontin? I never do
Starter that make yall substitutes
I crash bandicoot when it come to tunes
I crash any stage with a pair of shoes
Keep popping up like breaking news
Earthquaking, my word statements
Turned O's that a nigga blowing through
To O's you gotta add a comma to
My vocab, will keep a low class, nigga on the mute
I'm conscientious, keep a ton of women
And we jumpin in em, like front flipping in the swimming pool
Ain't worried bout commentary
Just keeping my music very
Un-ordinary, it's the God in me like Mary Mary
Yall very berry
Telling stories that's a ton of fairy
While filling out slips for commissary (Huh)
That's a burden I don't wanna carry (Huh)
Fight for mine like they chanting Jerry
I'm a old soul like we broke up I can take you back
So throwed, lived a hardbook now a nigga starting to make paperback
Just stating facts like OOH
Styles!
This shit make you wanna sing!
I did you wrong uh
This nigga crazy yo
I did you wrong
Let that bitch ride out
When they play this in Sunnyside they gonna
They gonna wake up to my shit like, Ahh
That's real hustling yo
All these niggas stunting on AInstagram talking bout
"Yo, aye, gimme your bank account yo, and I'll deposit $4,000 da-da-da-da-da"
That's cool and all, but dont come to me, talking shit like I ain't on my grind and shit yo.
They be on my Instagram looking at my pictures like, " You got game nigga?"
I be looking at these niggas sideways yo
I be like really? tell me though
Half of you niggas be lying
You claim you be speeding but really yall moving slow
Grinding put you out the pocket though
I mean stupid far international
I was taught to keep the head low
Different time zones, lane go
Expand money quick like rapido
People quick to claim you kinfolk
But niggas be flaking so simple
I might invest me a reef blow
Someone find the number to home depot
I'm just saying
Niggas wanna ride down with you all night but where are they in the day and
Niggas throw stones at your pathway I just call it brick-laying
I dont have time to keep fools close
I just keep em close in prayer, boy
I'm a man I dont play with toys
Niggas sweet like some chips ahoy
Freak of nature I'm a freak a zoid
Treat your girl like a Rolls Royce
Gentleman keep the pussy poised
Let the stink noise like OOH
So what's really good nigga?
I did yall wrong
I wanna welcome everybody, huh
To the immaculate, (Uh huh), Innovative (Uh huh)
Intelligent (Man get to it)
Legend of Street Styles! (There you go)
I'm one half of that
Ya boy A+, swag it out for you niggas
I be like frontin? I never do
Starter that make yall substitutes
I crash bandicoot when it come to tunes
I crash any stage with a pair of shoes
Keep popping up like breaking news
Earthquaking, my word statements
Turned O's that a nigga blowing through
To O's you gotta add a comma to
My vocab, will keep a low class, nigga on the mute
I'm conscientious, keep a ton of women
And we jumpin in em, like front flipping in the swimming pool
Ain't worried bout commentary
Just keeping my music very
Un-ordinary, it's the God in me like Mary Mary
Yall very berry
Telling stories that's a ton of fairy
While filling out slips for commissary (Huh)
That's a burden I don't wanna carry (Huh)
Fight for mine like they chanting Jerry
I'm a old soul like we broke up I can take you back
So throwed, lived a hardbook now a nigga starting to make paperback
Just stating facts like OOH
Styles!
This shit make you wanna sing!
I did you wrong uh
This nigga crazy yo
I did you wrong
Let that bitch ride out
When they play this in Sunnyside they gonna
They gonna wake up to my shit like, Ahh
Writer: Aaron Spencer, Allynn Stills
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid