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[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, yeah
Ayy, niggas forgot how to get some money and shut the fuck up
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
I let the blood dry a lil' bit (Yeah)
Then keep it pushin, been the coda since a little jit (Uh-huh)
No patience in us gotta get it for the pigment (Yeah)
I've been surrounded by the bread winners gettin' chips
I pray I never see the bottom of the bank
Take my soul and line it up, we at the bottom of the ranks
I've got some problems, let me faint
Niggas want a hunnid of me, try to give it, but I can't
Give twenty niggas five percent and hope they chillin' (Uh)
And they straight
I shoot some texts and go to sleep
(You're hurting me baby)
Uh, yeah, hehe, yeah
It's 8 P.M. but I don't give a fuck, I'm restin' deep
I'm fifteen, already feelin' like I play for keeps
If you don't get the needle movin', why the fuck I need to speak?
See it ain't even disrespect, just how I'm movin' now
Only in my psyche givin' doubt, then get to movin' out
Yeah, nigga, get to movin' out, nigga get movin' out (Aight)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, yeah
Ayy, niggas forgot how to get some money and shut the fuck up
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
I let the blood dry a lil' bit (Yeah)
Then keep it pushin, been the coda since a little jit (Uh-huh)
No patience in us gotta get it for the pigment (Yeah)
I've been surrounded by the bread winners gettin' chips
I pray I never see the bottom of the bank
Take my soul and line it up, we at the bottom of the ranks
I've got some problems, let me faint
Niggas want a hunnid of me, try to give it, but I can't
Give twenty niggas five percent and hope they chillin' (Uh)
And they straight
I shoot some texts and go to sleep
(You're hurting me baby)
Uh, yeah, hehe, yeah
It's 8 P.M. but I don't give a fuck, I'm restin' deep
I'm fifteen, already feelin' like I play for keeps
If you don't get the needle movin', why the fuck I need to speak?
See it ain't even disrespect, just how I'm movin' now
Only in my psyche givin' doubt, then get to movin' out
Yeah, nigga, get to movin' out, nigga get movin' out (Aight)
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