| Look, I’mma do this shit for my muthafuckin' momma…
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| My sister, my grandmother
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| Man, all my niggas gone, in jail
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| Everybody depending on me and shit, man
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| Y’all don’t even understand
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| All my life I had to fight, that’s why I sip the purple
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| Smoking OG, tryna get to me some Oprah money
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| Young nigga don’t put nothing but family over money
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| But ain’t that funny how your family fuck you over money?
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| Take the food right out ya mouth like they weren’t over Sunday
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| I spit that real shit, ain’t no exaggerations or nothing
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| I been through it, I get through it, no excuses, just get to it
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| I get smarter, I go harder, I’m into it
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| I remember momma mad at me
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| She found out I was smoking weed
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| Now when my momma hear my voice outside she know it’s me
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| She never thought I’d get from over east to overseas
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| But I gotta stay in the states cause I’m still fighting cases
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| I swear them crackers try they best to bring you back to basics
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| Don’t wanna see you shine, they hate to see you grind
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| Smile all in ya' face but they can’t wait to see you cryin'
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| No hater, you can’t bring me down but yeah, I see you tryin'
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| I’m in that Hemi flyin', smoking, thinking 'bout my niggas gone and doing time
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| I keep in touch with my all my niggas, yeah, they doin' fine
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| Free Gillie, free Maneski, free James, free Bruce, free the gang
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| Celebratin', all my niggas, we got chains but we ain’t changed
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| Still the same, only thing we see different is the lanes
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| Niggas switch up just to get to mine
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| These niggas quick to switch up, I ain’t with that picking sides
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| All my brothers still my brothers, good or bad, right or wrong
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| We get jammed up, bet my brother do his bid, ride along
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| That’s that shit, I wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks
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| How the fuck you eat with niggas you can’t even trust?
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| It’s this bitch named Karma and she mean as fuck
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| You do enough dirt and watch, the score gon' even up
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| I’m in the booth, it’s 5 AM, you ain’t even up
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| I might not leave till' 9 to 10, I gotta clean it up
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| This shit too easy, don’t believe me? |
| You ain’t seen enough
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| It’s G Herbo, I’m the hottest, I’m just being honest
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| I swear I say that shit so much that I can’t even stop it
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| If I tell you my next move, you can’t even stop it
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| And this bad bitch I’m with look Belizean tropic
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| They can’t keep up, I might start rapping 'bout some easy topics, nigga
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| Gotta go hard man, PPP
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| RIP Pistol P man
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| RIP all my niggas man
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| Ball Like I’m Kobe the mixtape comin' real soon
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| You already know man it’s just workin' man
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| Nonstop man, fuck all that fuck shit
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| Gotta get money, huh
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| Let the beat sing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quick and Easy , by - G Herbo. Song from the album Pistol P Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп