[Hook - Victoria Monet:] I'm about my issue babe And you can tell by my name, yeah I'm about my issue babe Whatever stands in my way, yeah Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
[Verse 1 - T. I. :] Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'm a find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around nowaday Feds came in the house, say they found my yay A couple handguns and a new Sk Bag full of weed and some gram of yay But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard Just a young soldier no camouflage Man them niggas ain't tough they're just playing hard I pull a fuck nigga card on Gp Between 'em make 11 mill and peewee We spray your block, turn around pull and repeat And let everybody look at it on Tv I'm certified I'm gangster, getting on the rock like my banker I'm in the gated mansion, no neighbor New Italian suits on my hangers I got Cuban links and diamond rings Solitaries of shiny things Aye fuck how tough you tryin' to seem Come try the king, cause I'm about my
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[Verse 2 - T. I. :] Have you ever heard? The point blank blast of a Mossberg Whole block never mind, look you've not heard Lil' nigga keep it moving like they not scared And I hear it, they do or die Kill after kill in the coupe so fly Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy Man the fully automatic. 22 go by like damn And they fly as I am, it's hard for you to tell how high I am Oh my God damn, you see it don't believe it still And all I ever had was a Glock 23 and an extra mag Presidential weed and a extra bag 2 or 3 bad bitches I'm a get the friend We set to land and I'm a get the plan How to violate your little sexy ass Then get in the Jag Just ride this till you get to splash You a wild girl, go cowgirl Keep the noise down, you loud girl Turn down, don't know how girl No white girl cause
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[Verse 3 - Nipsey Hu$$le:] Couldn't listen to niggas they said I dream too much Heart fucked up, guess I sing too much Numb to it now, bring a gun to it now When this shit pop I'm a run to it now Niggas talk loud but they dumb to announce Read he got away so he tryna play it down When they kick down your door and they run through your house Cuffs on your wrists and they cussin' you out It'll make sense then, telling you that they got your prints then What's the reward for your risk then? Niggas game goofy, this just in Time after time, know we need a light nigga blind lead the blind Why do we ride? Grind to provide nigga not just to shine Blood in my eyes, stress on my mind let a fly nigga fly 9 on my side, God I'm your child but times are so wild Playing with me? I'm a draw down and I'm a show out If it gotta go down, I'm prepared to go now cause
Compositores: Aldrin Davis (BMI), Clifford Joseph Harris (Ti) (ASCAP), Ermias Joseph Asghedom (BMI), Lamont Herbert Dozier (BMI), Victoria Monet Mccants (Victoria) (ASCAP)Editores: Deyjah's Daddy Muzik (ASCAP), Dozier Music Inc (BMI), Sony/ATV Allegro (ASCAP), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15449010 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM