Letras
Yeah
It be a lot of dumb shit going on
But I know God got me
Let's get it, UH, I said
I was working on my craft when no one came out to my shows
I was patient, but aggressive when the money came slow
Niggas speak about a bunch of shit that they don't even know
It be stupid shit, that I would spazz about, it's time to grow
I know God got a plan, I ain't gon' go and switch it
I can't work with folks that wanna start on shit but never finish
Everybody wanna be a boss but never wanna risk it
Bunch of credit I deserved when I came through and assisted
It hit different when you make it out the trenches
I be trippin, I don't trust niggas, I be superstitious
Same ones that did me dirty was the ones that I uplifted
Get it bag, but don't ever spend that shit on groupie bitches
When you broke they laughing in your face, shit'll leave you twisted
Niggas sayin' they with it, be the first ones to start snitching
Cut the grass, cause these niggas turn snakes, they be hissing, come on man
Grandma always told me if it ain't broke then don't fix it
Well I was, so now I'm on a mission
You can take a 1000 shots but y'all be worried about the misses
Niggas quitting right when it get started, never saw the vision
Certain folks had they back against the wall but couldn't pivot
Almost lost my life, couple times, grateful that I'm living
I ain't never asked for shit in return if it was given
Only ran with wolves, I can't hang with niggas that be timid
I'm focused on my bag but y'all be worried about the women
I'ma give you food for thought cause I ain't come here for no gimmicks
I'ma give you food for thought cause I ain't come here for no gimmicks