Watch how a young nigga pass
Get the assist, Steve Nash
Got super speed, dash
Get in the car, whip lash
She tryna fix her lashes
I gotta drown the ashes
Say every word with passion
Niggas is actors
Can't live up to the actions
When it's war, I'm clashing
Lyrical battles, I'm blasting
New car, it's an Aston
Tryna eat good so I'm fasting
Done with the mic so I'm passing
Done with the mic so I'm passing
Im done with the mic so I'm passing
Nah, sike
Had to get it off the muscle
Young nigga, gotta hustle
I fight, you tussle
Chin up before they cut you
Chose everyone but you
Fingers up, 'cause it's f*ck you
Money coming, so I run through
Speak my mind, so I Trump you
How a broke bitch dump you
It's crazy how they say they love you
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Watch how a young nigga pass
Get the assist, Steve Nash
Got super speed, dash
Get in the car, whip lash
She tryna fix her lashes
I gotta drown the ashes
Say every word with passion
Niggas is actors
Can't live up to the actions
When it's war, I'm clashing
Lyrical battles, I'm blasting
New car, it's an Aston
Tryna eat good so I'm fasting
Done with the mic so I'm passing
Done with the mic so I'm passing
Im done with the mic so I'm passing
Nah, sike
Had to get it off the muscle
Young nigga, gotta hustle
I fight, you tussle
Chin up before they cut you
Chose everyone but you
Fingers up, 'cause it's f*ck you
Money coming, so I run through
Speak my mind, so I Trump you
How a broke bitch dump you
It's crazy how they say they love you
Get the assist, Steve Nash
Got super speed, dash
Get in the car, whip lash
She tryna fix her lashes
I gotta drown the ashes
Say every word with passion
Niggas is actors
Can't live up to the actions
When it's war, I'm clashing
Lyrical battles, I'm blasting
New car, it's an Aston
Tryna eat good so I'm fasting
Done with the mic so I'm passing
Done with the mic so I'm passing
Im done with the mic so I'm passing
Nah, sike
Had to get it off the muscle
Young nigga, gotta hustle
I fight, you tussle
Chin up before they cut you
Chose everyone but you
Fingers up, 'cause it's f*ck you
Money coming, so I run through
Speak my mind, so I Trump you
How a broke bitch dump you
It's crazy how they say they love you
Writer: Avery Solomon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid