If i hit him with this 40 i might wake him up
If i throw a couple punches i might shake him up
He playing tough aint never heard of him cutting up
Aint never seen you in these streets who vouching for you niggas bruh
How you a shooter with no gun you need to cut it out
Yo son gone be a victim better tell that nigga cut it out
Its funny how they look up to me but im the youngest
Shout out latenite he gone tell you Ej be the dumbest
My own man i aint never needed back up
Aint running to nobody bout my problems when they stack up
Planes go against the wind before they take off
Im headed to the top make yo comments i dont hate yall
You wasn't banging 2012 then you lame to me
New niggas yall dont even know the recipe
Yo Ogs dont know you you a mess to me
Im connected think about disrespecting me
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Niggas lying wasn't raised up in iraq
Dont know about the jack and all them skits i pulled back to back
What you know bout living in the M's on 71
Hit the house on manorside i came back with helluh guns
What you know bout trapping in the high with Jayge & Mook
Telly on my side trying to knock a sucka out his shoes
Lizk in the booth going crazy and he known to shoot
Im looking up to them while im sliding on you suckas ru
This the life of a youngin out here living free & wild with no worries
They cant find but they looking 12 already know im outside living dirty
On probation but still out of town and living foul
I really love my city but aint no shitting where im sleep around
And ill f*ck this bitch up yup the real kind
That bad ass youngsta from the south with the dead mind
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
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If i hit him with this 40 i might wake him up
If i throw a couple punches i might shake him up
He playing tough aint never heard of him cutting up
Aint never seen you in these streets who vouching for you niggas bruh
How you a shooter with no gun you need to cut it out
Yo son gone be a victim better tell that nigga cut it out
Its funny how they look up to me but im the youngest
Shout out latenite he gone tell you Ej be the dumbest
My own man i aint never needed back up
Aint running to nobody bout my problems when they stack up
Planes go against the wind before they take off
Im headed to the top make yo comments i dont hate yall
You wasn't banging 2012 then you lame to me
New niggas yall dont even know the recipe
Yo Ogs dont know you you a mess to me
Im connected think about disrespecting me
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Niggas lying wasn't raised up in iraq
Dont know about the jack and all them skits i pulled back to back
What you know bout living in the M's on 71
Hit the house on manorside i came back with helluh guns
What you know bout trapping in the high with Jayge & Mook
Telly on my side trying to knock a sucka out his shoes
Lizk in the booth going crazy and he known to shoot
Im looking up to them while im sliding on you suckas ru
This the life of a youngin out here living free & wild with no worries
They cant find but they looking 12 already know im outside living dirty
On probation but still out of town and living foul
I really love my city but aint no shitting where im sleep around
And ill f*ck this bitch up yup the real kind
That bad ass youngsta from the south with the dead mind
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
If i throw a couple punches i might shake him up
He playing tough aint never heard of him cutting up
Aint never seen you in these streets who vouching for you niggas bruh
How you a shooter with no gun you need to cut it out
Yo son gone be a victim better tell that nigga cut it out
Its funny how they look up to me but im the youngest
Shout out latenite he gone tell you Ej be the dumbest
My own man i aint never needed back up
Aint running to nobody bout my problems when they stack up
Planes go against the wind before they take off
Im headed to the top make yo comments i dont hate yall
You wasn't banging 2012 then you lame to me
New niggas yall dont even know the recipe
Yo Ogs dont know you you a mess to me
Im connected think about disrespecting me
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Niggas lying wasn't raised up in iraq
Dont know about the jack and all them skits i pulled back to back
What you know bout living in the M's on 71
Hit the house on manorside i came back with helluh guns
What you know bout trapping in the high with Jayge & Mook
Telly on my side trying to knock a sucka out his shoes
Lizk in the booth going crazy and he known to shoot
Im looking up to them while im sliding on you suckas ru
This the life of a youngin out here living free & wild with no worries
They cant find but they looking 12 already know im outside living dirty
On probation but still out of town and living foul
I really love my city but aint no shitting where im sleep around
And ill f*ck this bitch up yup the real kind
That bad ass youngsta from the south with the dead mind
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Everything aint all sweet up on my end
If i dont hustle i dont eat i need my ends
I might have to lay him down for the pack he holding
I might send it out of state if the money rolling
Writer: Eural Strickland
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