Letras
I got it bad
I hop out the bed
I throw on some shit
I don't give fuck
It ain't gotta match
I ain't got a whip
Call my nigga rich
Pull up to my the crib in a Pontiac
Now we on road
Is only one goal
I need everything I ain't never had
Put that on my soul
Look mama I love you
But unless I get rich I ain't coming back
Was broke for a while
But I wasn't tripping on it
I know every strom gotta past
Was a joke for a while
Let em get they I laugh off
I bet I get the last laugh
Seen em switch sides
Like it's halftime
I just hope they know it ain't no coming back
It's check out there out with my name on it
Watch Can't wait to get it and cash that
Whole month went past still down bad awww man the shit crazy
Two months went past same situation almost lost patience
Three months went past Oh Lord why my pockets still vacant
Ain't questioning God but shit a young nigga gotta I ask
What would you when shit going bad
Ain't shit in ya stash and you know ya family look up to you
When all the the niggas who found a way out
In prison or jail or made the news
You open the fridge expecting some shit
Ain't shit in the fridge but lunchables
Put no blame on God to get where im headed I knew I
What would you when shit going bad
Ain't shit in ya stash and you know ya family look up to you
When all the the niggas who found a way out
In prison or jail or made the news
You open the fridge expecting some shit
Ain't shit in the fridge but lunchables
Put no blame on God to get where im headed I knew I
Where I come from we was smiling at mailbox we wasn't expecting a post card
It is what it is we running them plays we just tryna ball like a point guard
My young nigga menaces to the society twist in they hair like O Dogg