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left get Lyrics - Artist : CJ Fly
If not for mine
Check! This budget of mine always fucks with my pride Until I feel we doing fine I'll be subject to crime I bother why?, a tad bit out of touch with father time Feeling like another abandoned child, that's been effected Never half stepping, got a way with the words but no sense of direction Like dice betting, nice women and nice weapons Wasn't no one to teach me mistakes made life lessons How I get it?, all the money that I'm spending With my henchmen, doors opened and I went in Know this was never really the path that I chose The cash and hoes, the flashy clothes the links of massive gold Only planning to give him a half of one dose Top of the morning they'll be asking fo' mo', offers from chicks who actually do blow Now I got the whole strip on lock, chip off the old block made chips on the old block Plus, some cats rub me wrong so I ain't feeling 'em man What I'm pose to do think twice cause I'm killing a man Feds is watching posting scoping while they sit in a van Word was I was hot, so pan what they did with the cam Trying to catch me in the act like cinemagram I must be trash cause they trying to throw me in a can Fiends rush me whoa homie don't touch me, ain't never seen you before you ain't a regular custy He begin to jibber jabber, trying to get a nigga madder Got me pissed like I had a health issues with my bladder All that he was say I acted like I ain't know about "I know what you got in store, so why is you holding out?" You a bit to fast homie, you gon' need to slow it down Until I lay in the earth I'm forever holding my ground Because I touch figures I don't ever trust niggas It's just my luck, he was moving like a sus' niggas Then I, started questioning his identity, heard bullets have no name if they Fly then I guess they're meant for me You and I are two different entities, you just pussy I love pussy that's gushy and titties Wasn't friends with me so I guess that made him my enemy Left me alone eventually couldn't evidence on me If you know me I always keep a large clientele, how could I go wrong while I'm getting calls on the cell Said they needed a hit I gave 'em a fix, I would say it with some shit The vocals that I laid come out crisp, and I'm supposed to give a fuck if a hater gon' diss Gone be my name on the disc when I'm making it big Oh no soul sold, get a watch that's rose gold, I won't have to ask for the time no mo' The POPO is the reason that the poor poor Ain't trying to be paying taxes we trying to make our own dough |
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