lot And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in I?m not giving in [Chorus] Yeah! But I?m not giving
a lot And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in And I know that it?s stupid But I?m not giving in I?m not giving in [Chorus] Yeah! But I?m not giving
And men'll play play when I rappa, rappa Since the bubble L-E-X-U-S (yeah) I been swervin' and servin' the whole U-S (ah) The Remi' and the Bourbon be
the Pre-set is not to have to squeeze it Used to be at peace but now we using T-Shirts And it reads RIP cause the peace dead When I walk through the
cars, hoes, and I got change Livin like a king, same age as Lebron James Breakin these hoes wasnt enough so I copped haze You other guys just mad cuz you not
Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up For you straight step off, and get fucked up Nigga Trae and Dougie D and
the head Thug for life, motherfucker till I'm dead Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses And I ain't, tolerating no losses And no excuses, cause this world is so shife Street game forever, and
a-fied because you haven't shown up Caught up in these streets I'm taking penitentiary chances I done forgived and I done forget plus I'm not giving you anymore chances Quick
and it get loose [Hook 2] Fuck around and pull out my AK, and bust yo ass in the head I'm trying to leave you dead, with an infrared I never be giving
the right lane and I'm in the left So I hit the break and he hit the gas, and as he passed I busted a shot that broke the glass And the car was swerving
[Z-Ro] One of my partnas have been shot And all that's going through my mind Is he dead or alive, when I'm pacing the flo' And looking around 4-5 Thinking
glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and
, yeah! Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines And bustaz can't get none, hell no A quick flurry and he's buried
an warning not a joke Cause niggas in the hood is really tired of being broke These cats quick to splurge on luxurious things And when we come through they tuck chains and
for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues And take my shoes, and try to walk
