No time to be nice
Stick to the code
Even with the wife
Bitch gon take half of your life
But the bro's gon ride in the night
Bro's gon' ride when it tight
Shorty gon leave
Till' your money right
She being loyal
Don't believe the hype
My bitch gotta want me like a fiend do a pipe right
My energy always been the same
My nigga I don't f*ck with no lames
Till I walk with a cane or
Dead in the grave
Keep it a hundred
Never make change
Niggaz gon talk
F*ck what they saying
Ain't got shit no fame
Aside from from my word my balls and my name
Nigga just know I'm built from the pain
Many days I was lost in the dark
Drowning in sorrows praying for a ark
Drowning in a sea even Moses couldn't part
Thinking all I need is a song just to chart
Tryna make a M's from the art
How they gon love you
If they ain't got heart
Tryna cash out no cart
She want greener grass no park
Shorty on trees no bark
Shorty on gas go cart
But she ain't got keys no start
Been at the bar like darts
Been had bars like guards
I been had shine like star
If you ain't from the hood like car
Switch sides gotta stay that part
Walking with a gun don't make you hard
But my root bare arms like bark
Thug life wont take you far
Played myself learned from the error
People change know who in the mirror
When life get ruff the vision get clearer
Bro's get distant but the goals get nearer
So grind stay low too the flo
When you way up them niggas gon know
Mamma did fashion so I know how to sow
Money root plant the seed watch it grow
Don't loaf a nigga need bread like toast
F*ck niggas like beef like roast
A nigga like me like peace no joke
They wanna die young but to each his own
As for me I wanna make it home
Ghetto a trap like a zone
A nigga tryna' pop like Jones
Iced out with the cream like cone
Live the dreams make a B like Combs
They say I'm black but my skin say brown
When I'm down I am one with the ground
Life grows from my soul never doubt
Money root ain't f*cking bout a route
Chase money that's a race I ain't bout
Plant seeds and watch the flowers sprout
Speak life shout it from the mouth
Leaving dimes everywhere but in my couch
Nigga
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No time to be nice
Stick to the code
Even with the wife
Bitch gon take half of your life
But the bro's gon ride in the night
Bro's gon' ride when it tight
Shorty gon leave
Till' your money right
She being loyal
Don't believe the hype
My bitch gotta want me like a fiend do a pipe right
My energy always been the same
My nigga I don't f*ck with no lames
Till I walk with a cane or
Dead in the grave
Keep it a hundred
Never make change
Niggaz gon talk
F*ck what they saying
Ain't got shit no fame
Aside from from my word my balls and my name
Nigga just know I'm built from the pain
Many days I was lost in the dark
Drowning in sorrows praying for a ark
Drowning in a sea even Moses couldn't part
Thinking all I need is a song just to chart
Tryna make a M's from the art
How they gon love you
If they ain't got heart
Tryna cash out no cart
She want greener grass no park
Shorty on trees no bark
Shorty on gas go cart
But she ain't got keys no start
Been at the bar like darts
Been had bars like guards
I been had shine like star
If you ain't from the hood like car
Switch sides gotta stay that part
Walking with a gun don't make you hard
But my root bare arms like bark
Thug life wont take you far
Played myself learned from the error
People change know who in the mirror
When life get ruff the vision get clearer
Bro's get distant but the goals get nearer
So grind stay low too the flo
When you way up them niggas gon know
Mamma did fashion so I know how to sow
Money root plant the seed watch it grow
Don't loaf a nigga need bread like toast
F*ck niggas like beef like roast
A nigga like me like peace no joke
They wanna die young but to each his own
As for me I wanna make it home
Ghetto a trap like a zone
A nigga tryna' pop like Jones
Iced out with the cream like cone
Live the dreams make a B like Combs
They say I'm black but my skin say brown
When I'm down I am one with the ground
Life grows from my soul never doubt
Money root ain't f*cking bout a route
Chase money that's a race I ain't bout
Plant seeds and watch the flowers sprout
Speak life shout it from the mouth
Leaving dimes everywhere but in my couch
Nigga
Stick to the code
Even with the wife
Bitch gon take half of your life
But the bro's gon ride in the night
Bro's gon' ride when it tight
Shorty gon leave
Till' your money right
She being loyal
Don't believe the hype
My bitch gotta want me like a fiend do a pipe right
My energy always been the same
My nigga I don't f*ck with no lames
Till I walk with a cane or
Dead in the grave
Keep it a hundred
Never make change
Niggaz gon talk
F*ck what they saying
Ain't got shit no fame
Aside from from my word my balls and my name
Nigga just know I'm built from the pain
Many days I was lost in the dark
Drowning in sorrows praying for a ark
Drowning in a sea even Moses couldn't part
Thinking all I need is a song just to chart
Tryna make a M's from the art
How they gon love you
If they ain't got heart
Tryna cash out no cart
She want greener grass no park
Shorty on trees no bark
Shorty on gas go cart
But she ain't got keys no start
Been at the bar like darts
Been had bars like guards
I been had shine like star
If you ain't from the hood like car
Switch sides gotta stay that part
Walking with a gun don't make you hard
But my root bare arms like bark
Thug life wont take you far
Played myself learned from the error
People change know who in the mirror
When life get ruff the vision get clearer
Bro's get distant but the goals get nearer
So grind stay low too the flo
When you way up them niggas gon know
Mamma did fashion so I know how to sow
Money root plant the seed watch it grow
Don't loaf a nigga need bread like toast
F*ck niggas like beef like roast
A nigga like me like peace no joke
They wanna die young but to each his own
As for me I wanna make it home
Ghetto a trap like a zone
A nigga tryna' pop like Jones
Iced out with the cream like cone
Live the dreams make a B like Combs
They say I'm black but my skin say brown
When I'm down I am one with the ground
Life grows from my soul never doubt
Money root ain't f*cking bout a route
Chase money that's a race I ain't bout
Plant seeds and watch the flowers sprout
Speak life shout it from the mouth
Leaving dimes everywhere but in my couch
Nigga
Writer: Jameel McPherson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid