[Intro: Pressa & NorthsideBenji]
Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga
Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga
Uh, yeah
See Cuban links play freeze tag up on the wrist
XD play freeze tag up on a bitch, for real
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Pressa & NorthsideBenji]
Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga
Might just fuck it up, fifty thousand on a thriller
Your boyfriend a bitch, you know he ain't a real nigga
I'm a real killer so I don't need a killer
And all she wanna do is get a little bit of money
Your boyfriend a bitch, you postin' another nigga money
Kidnap a nigga in this bitch, lil' sonny
Kidnap a nigga in this bitch like sonny
If we see opps we gon' slide on the opps
I was at the studio where Pac got shot
I was sellin' crack, and Mama said, "Stop"
I was sellin' crack, Mama said, "Get a job" (For real)
But bitch I'm in the hood like the crack likе Biggie
Shoulda seen my nigga how he did the wholе 80
Trap go crazy, 64 80
Whole lotta junkies, I was kicking it with any
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I'm the realest as it get
People call me Press 'cause that dope get stretched
Crodie going crazy with an Audemar Piguet
I keep on tellin' Mama, "We ain't runnin' out of bread"
Nah, nah, nah, nah, 'cause shit too easy
Police chasin' nigga but bitch I’m too weavy
Cold in the city, she wan' wear a bikini
And I'm with Houdini, he gon' play like a genie
And she know nothing, she got nothing to rat on
She could fall off and get up and get back on
And when she grow up she wanna go get her bag on
Hit from the back and do a dance like Camron (Yeah)
Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga
Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga
Uh, yeah
See Cuban links play freeze tag up on the wrist
XD play freeze tag up on a bitch, for real
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Pressa & NorthsideBenji]
Way too much blood, sweat and tears for a nigga
Might just fuck it up, fifty thousand on a thriller
Your boyfriend a bitch, you know he ain't a real nigga
I'm a real killer so I don't need a killer
And all she wanna do is get a little bit of money
Your boyfriend a bitch, you postin' another nigga money
Kidnap a nigga in this bitch, lil' sonny
Kidnap a nigga in this bitch like sonny
If we see opps we gon' slide on the opps
I was at the studio where Pac got shot
I was sellin' crack, and Mama said, "Stop"
I was sellin' crack, Mama said, "Get a job" (For real)
But bitch I'm in the hood like the crack likе Biggie
Shoulda seen my nigga how he did the wholе 80
Trap go crazy, 64 80
Whole lotta junkies, I was kicking it with any
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I'm the realest as it get
People call me Press 'cause that dope get stretched
Crodie going crazy with an Audemar Piguet
I keep on tellin' Mama, "We ain't runnin' out of bread"
Nah, nah, nah, nah, 'cause shit too easy
Police chasin' nigga but bitch I’m too weavy
Cold in the city, she wan' wear a bikini
And I'm with Houdini, he gon' play like a genie
And she know nothing, she got nothing to rat on
She could fall off and get up and get back on
And when she grow up she wanna go get her bag on
Hit from the back and do a dance like Camron (Yeah)
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