Got a lot on my head
I don't need no bad blood
Got the city on my back
So I can't die young
R'member I was hungry
But there ain't no starving us
Talking to myself
Cause ain't no one that I can trust
East to the west side
Women tryna love on me
Blood money
I was takin' naps at the damn Coney
Bands on me
Baby you can look, keep your hands off me
You should come correct
Cause I won't say it for a second time
Wonder why
I was rolling cookies make the minutes fly
Black Dickies with the chicken
Hit 'em up on Van Dyke
Too high
Colors in my eyes look like tie-dye
Why you actin' like it is apparent that you can't hang?
Said she wanna be my baby
She don't know my real name
Cute little Southwest shawty cookin' plantains
Bad days
Got a youngin' thinkin' but I can't change
Look me in my eyes
That's some shit that you won't ever feel
I can't sleep with this money on my mind
I got bands in my dreams
When I see it then it's mine
Slave through the week
Need to stay on my grind
Just to see my brothers eat
And my momma livin' fine
I can't sleep with this money on my mind
I got bands in my dreams
When I see it then it's mine
Slave through the week
Need to stay on my grind
Just to see my brothers eat
And my momma livin' fine
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Got a lot on my head
I don't need no bad blood
Got the city on my back
So I can't die young
R'member I was hungry
But there ain't no starving us
Talking to myself
Cause ain't no one that I can trust
East to the west side
Women tryna love on me
Blood money
I was takin' naps at the damn Coney
Bands on me
Baby you can look, keep your hands off me
You should come correct
Cause I won't say it for a second time
Wonder why
I was rolling cookies make the minutes fly
Black Dickies with the chicken
Hit 'em up on Van Dyke
Too high
Colors in my eyes look like tie-dye
Why you actin' like it is apparent that you can't hang?
Said she wanna be my baby
She don't know my real name
Cute little Southwest shawty cookin' plantains
Bad days
Got a youngin' thinkin' but I can't change
Look me in my eyes
That's some shit that you won't ever feel
I can't sleep with this money on my mind
I got bands in my dreams
When I see it then it's mine
Slave through the week
Need to stay on my grind
Just to see my brothers eat
And my momma livin' fine
I can't sleep with this money on my mind
I got bands in my dreams
When I see it then it's mine
Slave through the week
Need to stay on my grind
Just to see my brothers eat
And my momma livin' fine
I don't need no bad blood
Got the city on my back
So I can't die young
R'member I was hungry
But there ain't no starving us
Talking to myself
Cause ain't no one that I can trust
East to the west side
Women tryna love on me
Blood money
I was takin' naps at the damn Coney
Bands on me
Baby you can look, keep your hands off me
You should come correct
Cause I won't say it for a second time
Wonder why
I was rolling cookies make the minutes fly
Black Dickies with the chicken
Hit 'em up on Van Dyke
Too high
Colors in my eyes look like tie-dye
Why you actin' like it is apparent that you can't hang?
Said she wanna be my baby
She don't know my real name
Cute little Southwest shawty cookin' plantains
Bad days
Got a youngin' thinkin' but I can't change
Look me in my eyes
That's some shit that you won't ever feel
I can't sleep with this money on my mind
I got bands in my dreams
When I see it then it's mine
Slave through the week
Need to stay on my grind
Just to see my brothers eat
And my momma livin' fine
I can't sleep with this money on my mind
I got bands in my dreams
When I see it then it's mine
Slave through the week
Need to stay on my grind
Just to see my brothers eat
And my momma livin' fine
Writer: Malik James-Danielson, Tobin Soave
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid