[Intro: Kid Ink]
Yeah
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Okay, right off top take one to the head no warning
Shot live fast die young don’t mourn’
If I don't make it through the night
Or should I say the morning?
Beast mode how a nigga feeling this moment
Made my mind, I make history
Now I make it rain cause I made it through the storm and
Storm in the buildin' like the shit is my apartment
Meant it when I said I need a minute 'til we finish
Section so deep, motherfucker barely fittin’
Feelin' myself, fuck a hating nigga feelings
Fill up my cup, to the motherfuckin’ ceilin’
Better cuff your chick before I Pittsburgh Steel-er, nigga
All on my old shit, you old niggas expired
It keeps my inspired, stay rollin’ up fire
Been cookin’ no timer, no time outs or time off
Often we passing 'round money like offering
Bossin’ in this bitch, boss bitch know how to work
Work hard for that money baby shit could be worse
Worst lie ever told, is that I wasn't the truth
Truth be told, I never seen a loss or a truce
Too loose blunt hittin’ like a train choo choo
Proof shows, ain't nothing else I really got to prove
Still sleeping on me now, I’mma ring the alarm
Right along with the bomb, I’mma drop on your noggin'
Yeah
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Okay, right off top take one to the head no warning
Shot live fast die young don’t mourn’
If I don't make it through the night
Or should I say the morning?
Beast mode how a nigga feeling this moment
Made my mind, I make history
Now I make it rain cause I made it through the storm and
Storm in the buildin' like the shit is my apartment
Meant it when I said I need a minute 'til we finish
Section so deep, motherfucker barely fittin’
Feelin' myself, fuck a hating nigga feelings
Fill up my cup, to the motherfuckin’ ceilin’
Better cuff your chick before I Pittsburgh Steel-er, nigga
All on my old shit, you old niggas expired
It keeps my inspired, stay rollin’ up fire
Been cookin’ no timer, no time outs or time off
Often we passing 'round money like offering
Bossin’ in this bitch, boss bitch know how to work
Work hard for that money baby shit could be worse
Worst lie ever told, is that I wasn't the truth
Truth be told, I never seen a loss or a truce
Too loose blunt hittin’ like a train choo choo
Proof shows, ain't nothing else I really got to prove
Still sleeping on me now, I’mma ring the alarm
Right along with the bomb, I’mma drop on your noggin'
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