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Tdot Illdude - How Far Lyrics



Tdot Illdude - How Far Lyrics




[ Featuring Danny Zico ]

Thinking how far we came
When it come to my hood I'm in the Hall of Fame
Yea lil shorty giving Harvard brain
But when you hit this many it's all the same
Pour the Dusse in my cup
Let me roll my gas up
Cll the times they told me no it made me run that bag up
Cll the times I felt broke made me have to get my cash up

Graduated school of hard knocks top class bra
Learned from my mistakes and others
Used to eat hamburgers
Now its crab on steak smothered
Cnd I don't even eat meat
I got it for the freak freaks
We higher than cheap seats
Keep it real wit me
You ain't got lie to keep me
Nigga we don't kiki
I talk like a grown man
Independent I'm my own man
I grind like a slow dance
It's still f*ck the world
But lately I've been trying to hold hands and understand this romance
For real

Thinking how far we came when it come to my hood I'm in the Hall of Fame
Yea lil shorty giving Harvard brain
But when you hit this many it's all the same
Pour the Dusse in my cup
Let me roll my gas up
Cll the times they told me know made me run that bag up
Cll the times I felt broke made me have to get my cash up
I ain't get no handouts I gave this shit my last bra

I ain't got no sympathy for no scary niggas
If you ain't hustle with me I ain't sharing with ya
Idgaf how niggas feel
Cause niggas feelings never paid my bills
Ya bitch on thotty time
That ain't my fault
Cll up in my dm
Tryna slide off

She ain't bad enough for me
Plus I got enough for me
Nigga I'm a different breed
I ain't like you niggas
I only break bread with righteous niggas
Not you back stabbing back biting niggas
Choose sides you in the middle like a hyphen nigga
I'm to fly to get dirty with you trifling niggas
Cnd ya bitch a bum too that's why you wifed her nigga
I ain't nothing like you niggas
Doing anything for clout
Doing anything for attention
Sell ya soul for a mention
What's worse the internet or the trenches

Thinking how far we came when it come to my hood I'm in the Hall of Fame
Yea lil shorty giving Harvard brain
But when you hit this many it's all the same
Pour the Dusse in my cup
Let me roll my gas up
Cll the times they told me know made me run that bag up
Cll the times I felt broke made me have to get my cash up
Graduated school of hard knocks top class bruh
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Thinking how far we came
When it come to my hood I'm in the Hall of Fame
Yea lil shorty giving Harvard brain
But when you hit this many it's all the same
Pour the Dusse in my cup
Let me roll my gas up
Cll the times they told me no it made me run that bag up
Cll the times I felt broke made me have to get my cash up

Graduated school of hard knocks top class bra
Learned from my mistakes and others
Used to eat hamburgers
Now its crab on steak smothered
Cnd I don't even eat meat
I got it for the freak freaks
We higher than cheap seats
Keep it real wit me
You ain't got lie to keep me
Nigga we don't kiki
I talk like a grown man
Independent I'm my own man
I grind like a slow dance
It's still f*ck the world
But lately I've been trying to hold hands and understand this romance
For real

Thinking how far we came when it come to my hood I'm in the Hall of Fame
Yea lil shorty giving Harvard brain
But when you hit this many it's all the same
Pour the Dusse in my cup
Let me roll my gas up
Cll the times they told me know made me run that bag up
Cll the times I felt broke made me have to get my cash up
I ain't get no handouts I gave this shit my last bra

I ain't got no sympathy for no scary niggas
If you ain't hustle with me I ain't sharing with ya
Idgaf how niggas feel
Cause niggas feelings never paid my bills
Ya bitch on thotty time
That ain't my fault
Cll up in my dm
Tryna slide off

She ain't bad enough for me
Plus I got enough for me
Nigga I'm a different breed
I ain't like you niggas
I only break bread with righteous niggas
Not you back stabbing back biting niggas
Choose sides you in the middle like a hyphen nigga
I'm to fly to get dirty with you trifling niggas
Cnd ya bitch a bum too that's why you wifed her nigga
I ain't nothing like you niggas
Doing anything for clout
Doing anything for attention
Sell ya soul for a mention
What's worse the internet or the trenches

Thinking how far we came when it come to my hood I'm in the Hall of Fame
Yea lil shorty giving Harvard brain
But when you hit this many it's all the same
Pour the Dusse in my cup
Let me roll my gas up
Cll the times they told me know made me run that bag up
Cll the times I felt broke made me have to get my cash up
Graduated school of hard knocks top class bruh
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Writer: THOMAS GOODWIN, ARMANDO MEJIA HERNANDEZ, DANNY ESPINOZA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music

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