All we ever knew was grind hard boy
I want all my niggas to shine hard boy
From the ship to the field to the house boy
To making it rain to get out the drought boy
I say we out
Farewell to that welfare
Way too poor niggas can't live here
Too broke, can't fix, can't build here
Take this dope, but sorry you can't deal here
This one for the bad queens that gotta shake ass
Cause that 9 to 5 ain't really about to make cash
But that fat back may get that ass a Maybach
Stack that cash Uncle Sam can't trace that
See I don't judge, no baby I don't judge no
I got love for bitches that got love for
All the money and riches that you work for
You deserve the most and so my word is potent
On chief
Preach my nigga
Gotta make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I free my niggas
On fleek
Shine my nigga
Especially through the hard times my nigga
Gotta make sure we all fine
Gotta let these niggas know
Baby it's our time uhh
I've been looking for the 1 plus 9 zeros
Bill, bill, bill-ion I need more
Finesse for the check wine and dine these hoes
So I spit game, f*ck and consign these hoes
F*ck a fake friend
I prefer a foe
A nigga that chic must be from a 'go
Love priced high
No peace for the low
It's windy in the wind
So the piece may blow like
Ooooo
That's why he so cold
I dodged some bullets so I thank the lord
I guess heaven wasn't ready for the boy
So I make my dough heavy just to spread the love
Stay so cripsy cause of all the cream
Cash rules everything around my team
If one stress, we all stress
If one blessed, we all blessed
It's seeming we dreaming
And that's why I'm preaching on chief
On chief
Preach my nigga
Gotta make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I free my niggas
On fleek
Shine my nigga
Especially through the hard times my nigga
Gotta make sure we all fine
Gotta let these niggas know
Baby it's our time uhh
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All we ever knew was grind hard boy
I want all my niggas to shine hard boy
From the ship to the field to the house boy
To making it rain to get out the drought boy
I say we out
Farewell to that welfare
Way too poor niggas can't live here
Too broke, can't fix, can't build here
Take this dope, but sorry you can't deal here
This one for the bad queens that gotta shake ass
Cause that 9 to 5 ain't really about to make cash
But that fat back may get that ass a Maybach
Stack that cash Uncle Sam can't trace that
See I don't judge, no baby I don't judge no
I got love for bitches that got love for
All the money and riches that you work for
You deserve the most and so my word is potent
On chief
Preach my nigga
Gotta make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I free my niggas
On fleek
Shine my nigga
Especially through the hard times my nigga
Gotta make sure we all fine
Gotta let these niggas know
Baby it's our time uhh
I've been looking for the 1 plus 9 zeros
Bill, bill, bill-ion I need more
Finesse for the check wine and dine these hoes
So I spit game, f*ck and consign these hoes
F*ck a fake friend
I prefer a foe
A nigga that chic must be from a 'go
Love priced high
No peace for the low
It's windy in the wind
So the piece may blow like
Ooooo
That's why he so cold
I dodged some bullets so I thank the lord
I guess heaven wasn't ready for the boy
So I make my dough heavy just to spread the love
Stay so cripsy cause of all the cream
Cash rules everything around my team
If one stress, we all stress
If one blessed, we all blessed
It's seeming we dreaming
And that's why I'm preaching on chief
On chief
Preach my nigga
Gotta make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I free my niggas
On fleek
Shine my nigga
Especially through the hard times my nigga
Gotta make sure we all fine
Gotta let these niggas know
Baby it's our time uhh
I want all my niggas to shine hard boy
From the ship to the field to the house boy
To making it rain to get out the drought boy
I say we out
Farewell to that welfare
Way too poor niggas can't live here
Too broke, can't fix, can't build here
Take this dope, but sorry you can't deal here
This one for the bad queens that gotta shake ass
Cause that 9 to 5 ain't really about to make cash
But that fat back may get that ass a Maybach
Stack that cash Uncle Sam can't trace that
See I don't judge, no baby I don't judge no
I got love for bitches that got love for
All the money and riches that you work for
You deserve the most and so my word is potent
On chief
Preach my nigga
Gotta make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I free my niggas
On fleek
Shine my nigga
Especially through the hard times my nigga
Gotta make sure we all fine
Gotta let these niggas know
Baby it's our time uhh
I've been looking for the 1 plus 9 zeros
Bill, bill, bill-ion I need more
Finesse for the check wine and dine these hoes
So I spit game, f*ck and consign these hoes
F*ck a fake friend
I prefer a foe
A nigga that chic must be from a 'go
Love priced high
No peace for the low
It's windy in the wind
So the piece may blow like
Ooooo
That's why he so cold
I dodged some bullets so I thank the lord
I guess heaven wasn't ready for the boy
So I make my dough heavy just to spread the love
Stay so cripsy cause of all the cream
Cash rules everything around my team
If one stress, we all stress
If one blessed, we all blessed
It's seeming we dreaming
And that's why I'm preaching on chief
On chief
Preach my nigga
Gotta make sure we all eat my nigga
Tired of saying RIP to the street
So I'm praying for the day when I free my niggas
On fleek
Shine my nigga
Especially through the hard times my nigga
Gotta make sure we all fine
Gotta let these niggas know
Baby it's our time uhh
Writer: Mari
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