Kuddy Moneybag - Home Court Lyrics

Ten winters eleven summers i aint miss
A beat feeling like est im forever rolling
You no i came from the streets you can
Never hoe me play for loses so them
Crosses you a never know it get that
Money stack that paper an don't never
Blow it them niggaz really aint my thugs
An my thug know it long days long nights
An i never show it head up bread up
Getting good sleep chopper swinging like
Artest when it come to beef my bitch call
Anigga cheap least twice a week put my
Nigga on his feet seen him falling weak
When you truly doing numbers you no
Talk is cheap

Same nigga want stop til im
On top an i don't even drop
The top when im in the drop
If anigga trying to cop one
Stop shop catch me thuging
Up town on the home court

Same nigga want stop til im
On top an i don't even drop
The top when im in the drop
If anigga trying to cop one
Stop shop catch me thuging
Up town on the home court

Got to keep your head high never low nigga
Kuddy still on the dice jumping Joe nigga
Only rocking with the fam that's the code nigga
Is bitch know she super bad an ima go getter
Now days got to watch out for your own nigga
Cause your bitch she be realer then your own nigga
Stack your chips f*ck a whip get a home nigga
An you aint got to cut the sack if you on nigga
An it can still take a on a zone on a zone nigga
Don't worry bout the press in the zone nigga told
Dooda stay solid to the bone grisle plant
Your feet stand your ten you a grown nigga

Same nigga want stop til im
On top an i don't even drop
The top when im in the drop
If anigga trying to cop one
Stop shop catch me thuging
Up town on the home court

Same nigga want stop til im
On top an i don't even drop
The top when im in the drop
If anigga trying to cop one
Stop shop catch me thuging
Up town on the home court