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Christian .Black - Ruthless Lyrics



Christian .Black - Ruthless Lyrics




Acting how I'm raised
Don't you label niggas ruthless
Ain't no time to waste
If she whoring she a nuisance
Keep It 100
Only real ones where I'm present
Tryna get this money
So I keep my hands extended
They can do the judging
But that's nothing
We don't feel them
Running round the city
For some chick you's a nuisance
Tryna tell the story how I live it
Ain't no fables
Came up from the mud
I'd be damned doing favours
Feel it soul nothing changed
Still I'm ruthless
Mama told a nigga don't do it
Just to prove it
Niggas killing niggas
So I separate from niggas damn
Look into the mirror
Then I label me improving

Still I'm ruthless
Ain't nobody that tell a nigga
How to be a nigga
I was losing it
Come up niggas
Ain't come up with me
So I figured out how to move it

Bread winners turn to crumble niggas
What don't break a nigga
Gotta make a nigga
Man a lil money
Got me elevated
So I switch the focus
To the bigger bag

Nigga I ain't turning back
Tryna keep my heart intact
I been a star from day
I need a deal to match
I be spitting facts
So how you handle truth
I hold it like it's racks
Pressure on my shoulders
Ain't no backpacks
Switch for duffle bags
I know you don't believe me
Fam had a heart attack
I ain't called her in weeks
I'm still tryna deal with that
I'm still tryna deal with that

I'm still tryna deal with that
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Acting how I'm raised
Don't you label niggas ruthless
Ain't no time to waste
If she whoring she a nuisance
Keep It 100
Only real ones where I'm present
Tryna get this money
So I keep my hands extended
They can do the judging
But that's nothing
We don't feel them
Running round the city
For some chick you's a nuisance
Tryna tell the story how I live it
Ain't no fables
Came up from the mud
I'd be damned doing favours
Feel it soul nothing changed
Still I'm ruthless
Mama told a nigga don't do it
Just to prove it
Niggas killing niggas
So I separate from niggas damn
Look into the mirror
Then I label me improving

Still I'm ruthless
Ain't nobody that tell a nigga
How to be a nigga
I was losing it
Come up niggas
Ain't come up with me
So I figured out how to move it

Bread winners turn to crumble niggas
What don't break a nigga
Gotta make a nigga
Man a lil money
Got me elevated
So I switch the focus
To the bigger bag

Nigga I ain't turning back
Tryna keep my heart intact
I been a star from day
I need a deal to match
I be spitting facts
So how you handle truth
I hold it like it's racks
Pressure on my shoulders
Ain't no backpacks
Switch for duffle bags
I know you don't believe me
Fam had a heart attack
I ain't called her in weeks
I'm still tryna deal with that
I'm still tryna deal with that

I'm still tryna deal with that
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Writer: Tawanda Chikura
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Performed By: Christian .Black
Length: 2:28
Written by: Tawanda Chikura

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