It's been a minute girl, I reminisce when I'm up in it girl
Said we gotta be quick now it's the minute girl
I'm glad you got your own, you independent girl
I'm at the top, why they hatin
Got bad smart bitch, you educated
Got a bad freak, bitch, might be blazin
And they see that I'm up, they start changin
I don't want your bitch no relations
See that I'm up, they start changin
Hope Boyz keep gettin' tough, hall of fame em
They just keep goin' up who can blame em
Yeah, they know that it's us, but can't name us
We the ones that they trust, gotta change em
Got a whole lot of chops and we aim em
Try to come to the block, had to chase em
Movin' like he off a perc, I think they laced em
I think they laced em, no
Who that boy he put in work
They need to pay him, they need to pay him, no
Find that boy shoot at his shirt
Bullets gon' trace him, bullets gon' trace him, no
Find that boy shoot at his head
Bullets gon' face him, bullets gon' face him, bro
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It's been a minute girl, I reminisce when I'm up in it girl
Said we gotta be quick now it's the minute girl
I'm glad you got your own, you independent girl
I'm at the top, why they hatin
Got bad smart bitch, you educated
Got a bad freak, bitch, might be blazin
And they see that I'm up, they start changin
I don't want your bitch no relations
See that I'm up, they start changin
Hope Boyz keep gettin' tough, hall of fame em
They just keep goin' up who can blame em
Yeah, they know that it's us, but can't name us
We the ones that they trust, gotta change em
Got a whole lot of chops and we aim em
Try to come to the block, had to chase em
Movin' like he off a perc, I think they laced em
I think they laced em, no
Who that boy he put in work
They need to pay him, they need to pay him, no
Find that boy shoot at his shirt
Bullets gon' trace him, bullets gon' trace him, no
Find that boy shoot at his head
Bullets gon' face him, bullets gon' face him, bro
Said we gotta be quick now it's the minute girl
I'm glad you got your own, you independent girl
I'm at the top, why they hatin
Got bad smart bitch, you educated
Got a bad freak, bitch, might be blazin
And they see that I'm up, they start changin
I don't want your bitch no relations
See that I'm up, they start changin
Hope Boyz keep gettin' tough, hall of fame em
They just keep goin' up who can blame em
Yeah, they know that it's us, but can't name us
We the ones that they trust, gotta change em
Got a whole lot of chops and we aim em
Try to come to the block, had to chase em
Movin' like he off a perc, I think they laced em
I think they laced em, no
Who that boy he put in work
They need to pay him, they need to pay him, no
Find that boy shoot at his shirt
Bullets gon' trace him, bullets gon' trace him, no
Find that boy shoot at his head
Bullets gon' face him, bullets gon' face him, bro
Writer: Quincy Hargrove
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