Busy busy, yeah my lifestyles busy
Air Force Ones, old school blade ridin´ with me
Ridin´ with me
Smart cars, no fast cars I was pushing Then
If I could start again I´d do it all again
If I could choose my friends I´d do it all again
Could have been a millionaire, I couldn´t phone a friend
Cause we´re family and they got my back thats gladly
Conversations about some grammys no awards we´re talking grammys
Stepping into motives looking swanky
Giving all these pretty bitches hella woody hit their ass up with a spanky
Plastic on my private, in case it gets spunky
I don´t need no kids cause these hoes they don´t love me
The streets they don´t love me
My creator loves me so I´m hoping that he guides me
I´m having nightmares full of fighting but its me against myself saying ´fight me´
Battles with my soul they wouldn´t understand the crime sprees
All the tag teams, to make this money lanky
I only followed you, you're some eye candy
They wanna know the reason why I always wear a bally
Cos the way I creep is tallys, sorry yeah I krept was tally
Tallying all these shots up in the morning
I´ll be real this life is boring
Got a shot in ally pally
Bitches try stress me out, they just silly Sallys
Nothing´s more important than family
For them I´d give this up, I´d do it gladly
Same way she just took off her panties
It all started from turning raw dough to toasted bread
It all began from the time they cared about their cred
Panicking, keep on running into feds
Packaged things, stashed up in the kitchenette
Let me start again, yo my name is Huncho
No I ain't´ no cutthroat, if it ever came to that then you know that I´d be cut throat
My bitch don´t know That I do music still I give her sore throats
Expensive jackets, goose coats
Expensive jackets, moose coats
Expensive jackets, fur coats
It´s all needed yeah yeah cause these roads cold
Digging through the dirt I´m trying to find gold
Remember when i won from a five fold
Same shit just a different day
Same routine now I turn up kinda late
Cause music ain´t a priority I gotta make a change
My brother got some youths yeah he needs some change
My brothers in the can yeah they need some change
Impersonators in this ting yeah they gotta change
Can´t blackball me yeah you gotta change
You know I ain´t a boy up in this fucking game
Air Force Ones, old school blade ridin´ with me
Ridin´ with me
Smart cars, no fast cars I was pushing Then
If I could start again I´d do it all again
If I could choose my friends I´d do it all again
Could have been a millionaire, I couldn´t phone a friend
Cause we´re family and they got my back thats gladly
Conversations about some grammys no awards we´re talking grammys
Stepping into motives looking swanky
Giving all these pretty bitches hella woody hit their ass up with a spanky
Plastic on my private, in case it gets spunky
I don´t need no kids cause these hoes they don´t love me
The streets they don´t love me
My creator loves me so I´m hoping that he guides me
I´m having nightmares full of fighting but its me against myself saying ´fight me´
Battles with my soul they wouldn´t understand the crime sprees
All the tag teams, to make this money lanky
I only followed you, you're some eye candy
They wanna know the reason why I always wear a bally
Cos the way I creep is tallys, sorry yeah I krept was tally
Tallying all these shots up in the morning
I´ll be real this life is boring
Got a shot in ally pally
Bitches try stress me out, they just silly Sallys
Nothing´s more important than family
For them I´d give this up, I´d do it gladly
Same way she just took off her panties
It all started from turning raw dough to toasted bread
It all began from the time they cared about their cred
Panicking, keep on running into feds
Packaged things, stashed up in the kitchenette
Let me start again, yo my name is Huncho
No I ain't´ no cutthroat, if it ever came to that then you know that I´d be cut throat
My bitch don´t know That I do music still I give her sore throats
Expensive jackets, goose coats
Expensive jackets, moose coats
Expensive jackets, fur coats
It´s all needed yeah yeah cause these roads cold
Digging through the dirt I´m trying to find gold
Remember when i won from a five fold
Same shit just a different day
Same routine now I turn up kinda late
Cause music ain´t a priority I gotta make a change
My brother got some youths yeah he needs some change
My brothers in the can yeah they need some change
Impersonators in this ting yeah they gotta change
Can´t blackball me yeah you gotta change
You know I ain´t a boy up in this fucking game
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