We need artillery from overseas
So when we swing them niggas block looked we had smoke machines
Ion care when yo next tape drop I need my bros released
There go yo beef put two fingers up because you sold yo piece
Nigga hold yo peace you had options but you chose the streets
Nigga would fail a open book test they slow and can't read
I'm on the road to the riches why shouldn't I speed
Foot on their necks cant tell you the last time I seen them breathe
Can't let 'em breathe
Take a breath youngin
F*ck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin
They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in
Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies
It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money
Gotta find a new place for these rappers cuz the trash flooded
If music wasn't round these niggas would prolly be grass cutting
Class cutting with a couple clowns now they act mad funny
We passed stunting go get some houses and some land for me
If they ain't a threat to the fam then leave em be
Every time I get my foot in the door I start to get cold feet
You stole my style you owe me
I should kill yo' ass low key
They left the youngins hope free now they approach me like a OG
I say look me in my eyes like a man
Seen the reaper at 13 and ever since he held my hand
Was down on my dick bad
My mama cried that wasn't my plan
How the f*ck you say you love me when you ate you wasn't sharing
Grab the gun blow out my brains just to say I'm shooting stars
Got us working every night we turned the corner hid our cars
And I cant promise you a thing cuz god ain't promise us tomorrow
I put my all into these lines I better sweat up in these bars
And they looked at me as the youngin
Running with the older crowd
Couldn't do the shit they do but I guess that I'm older now
And I told shotty just keep running them shells popped my shoulder wow
You my big brother you was hustling and ain't even show me how
Take a breath youngin
F*ck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin
They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in
Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies
It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money
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We need artillery from overseas
So when we swing them niggas block looked we had smoke machines
Ion care when yo next tape drop I need my bros released
There go yo beef put two fingers up because you sold yo piece
Nigga hold yo peace you had options but you chose the streets
Nigga would fail a open book test they slow and can't read
I'm on the road to the riches why shouldn't I speed
Foot on their necks cant tell you the last time I seen them breathe
Can't let 'em breathe
Take a breath youngin
F*ck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin
They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in
Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies
It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money
Gotta find a new place for these rappers cuz the trash flooded
If music wasn't round these niggas would prolly be grass cutting
Class cutting with a couple clowns now they act mad funny
We passed stunting go get some houses and some land for me
If they ain't a threat to the fam then leave em be
Every time I get my foot in the door I start to get cold feet
You stole my style you owe me
I should kill yo' ass low key
They left the youngins hope free now they approach me like a OG
I say look me in my eyes like a man
Seen the reaper at 13 and ever since he held my hand
Was down on my dick bad
My mama cried that wasn't my plan
How the f*ck you say you love me when you ate you wasn't sharing
Grab the gun blow out my brains just to say I'm shooting stars
Got us working every night we turned the corner hid our cars
And I cant promise you a thing cuz god ain't promise us tomorrow
I put my all into these lines I better sweat up in these bars
And they looked at me as the youngin
Running with the older crowd
Couldn't do the shit they do but I guess that I'm older now
And I told shotty just keep running them shells popped my shoulder wow
You my big brother you was hustling and ain't even show me how
Take a breath youngin
F*ck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin
They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in
Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies
It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money
So when we swing them niggas block looked we had smoke machines
Ion care when yo next tape drop I need my bros released
There go yo beef put two fingers up because you sold yo piece
Nigga hold yo peace you had options but you chose the streets
Nigga would fail a open book test they slow and can't read
I'm on the road to the riches why shouldn't I speed
Foot on their necks cant tell you the last time I seen them breathe
Can't let 'em breathe
Take a breath youngin
F*ck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin
They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in
Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies
It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money
Gotta find a new place for these rappers cuz the trash flooded
If music wasn't round these niggas would prolly be grass cutting
Class cutting with a couple clowns now they act mad funny
We passed stunting go get some houses and some land for me
If they ain't a threat to the fam then leave em be
Every time I get my foot in the door I start to get cold feet
You stole my style you owe me
I should kill yo' ass low key
They left the youngins hope free now they approach me like a OG
I say look me in my eyes like a man
Seen the reaper at 13 and ever since he held my hand
Was down on my dick bad
My mama cried that wasn't my plan
How the f*ck you say you love me when you ate you wasn't sharing
Grab the gun blow out my brains just to say I'm shooting stars
Got us working every night we turned the corner hid our cars
And I cant promise you a thing cuz god ain't promise us tomorrow
I put my all into these lines I better sweat up in these bars
And they looked at me as the youngin
Running with the older crowd
Couldn't do the shit they do but I guess that I'm older now
And I told shotty just keep running them shells popped my shoulder wow
You my big brother you was hustling and ain't even show me how
Take a breath youngin
F*ck all them designer shoes just watch yo step youngin
They only gon check on you when they see them checks come in
Know you ain't got nothing to prove to none of these crash dummies
It don't last that long so don't get addicted to that fast money
Writer: Christopher Payton
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