24 Hours Neek Bucks
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[Intro]
Kim J with the heat
Know I'm back to back with mine
Double backs from the block
Never leave my brother
You know?
[Chorus]
Why them niggas want me to lose? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got it out the mud, I done started from the bottom (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I never asked you for a dollar (Yeah, yeah)
Why them niggas want me to lose? (No, no)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got it out the mud, I done started from the bottom
And I never asked you for a dollar
[Verse 1]
Half his life, my nigga been in cells, I love him though
Still grab the Glock and spin the block with shells
Them shits done only made me better, I had to take them L's
You keep on telling me you real, but it's hard to tell
You know them niggas won't do nothing to us, ground up
I hit the block and got my money up, tough love
I had to grind with like a hundred bucks, slipped up
I heard my bro done told the cops what's up, yeah, yeah
I wish they didn't see how his face looks, mask off
I wish my nigga ain't have Facebook, got caught up
Since when do all these sucker niggas get to voice opinions?
A separate Sprinter for the straps and I brought all my niggas
Kim J with the heat
Know I'm back to back with mine
Double backs from the block
Never leave my brother
You know?
[Chorus]
Why them niggas want me to lose? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got it out the mud, I done started from the bottom (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I never asked you for a dollar (Yeah, yeah)
Why them niggas want me to lose? (No, no)
We got the same twenty-four hours (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got it out the mud, I done started from the bottom
And I never asked you for a dollar
[Verse 1]
Half his life, my nigga been in cells, I love him though
Still grab the Glock and spin the block with shells
Them shits done only made me better, I had to take them L's
You keep on telling me you real, but it's hard to tell
You know them niggas won't do nothing to us, ground up
I hit the block and got my money up, tough love
I had to grind with like a hundred bucks, slipped up
I heard my bro done told the cops what's up, yeah, yeah
I wish they didn't see how his face looks, mask off
I wish my nigga ain't have Facebook, got caught up
Since when do all these sucker niggas get to voice opinions?
A separate Sprinter for the straps and I brought all my niggas
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