| I know I’m getting real distant
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| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
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| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
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| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
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| I know I’m getting real distant
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| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
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| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
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| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
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| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid
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| When we was just kids and the trouble we made
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| All day, we would do shit kids would do
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| But now I we got shit to do
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| Ey
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| Yo look
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| Didn’t I tell you niggas one day we would leave those blocks
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| I told you we would be on top
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| And to think, last year I wasn’t ready to be no pops
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| Now I’m grinding; |
| you won’t see G-Mo stop
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| I’ve been going places that I never thought I would go
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| On the road, doing shows in the fog and the snow
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| It’s a struggle; |
| that’s what it takes for artists to grow
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| I work hard, thank God we ain’t starving no mo'
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| 'Cause now we get rushed by the fans screaming «bless you»
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| When I get off tour I’m thinking 'bout my next tune
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| I’ve got to keep moving, got to make the best moves
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| Just in case my nieces and nephews need refuge
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| I told myself I’d be feeding the fam
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| Just focus on the goal and proceed with the plan
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| I was never worried 'bout college fees and exams
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| And I never bow down to the feet of a man nigga
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| I know I’m getting real distant
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| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
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| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
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| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
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| I know I’m getting real distant
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| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
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| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
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| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
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| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid
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| When we was just kids and the trouble we made
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| All day, we would do shit kids would do
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| But now I we got shit to do
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| Ey
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| To my sister who took care of me when I was a seed
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| I left home before I was finna be sixteen
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| And even though we argued and disagreed
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| She knew her baby brother was destined to see his dreams
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| And momma still can’t believe that I’m taking flights
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| I’m out of state, she calling me every day and night
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| Perform in Tulsa, I saw that nigga sell
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| If I don’t get you back to Richmond I’mma raise hell
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| My nigga Kev’s still macking on these bitches
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| Super Saiyan pimp hand smacking on these bitches
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| Cash Prada, J Novee, Roman and Gatsby
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| Here now bang gang shit holding us back
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| And Vinnie Paz kept it real for the young
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| Got me on a track: changed my life with one song
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| And C-Lens you know what’s up dog?
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| Every time you jump on a track we come strong
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| I know I’m getting real distant
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| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
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| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
|
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
|
| I know I’m getting real distant
|
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
|
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
|
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
|
| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid
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| When we was just kids and the trouble we made
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| All day, we would do shit kids would do
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| But now I we got shit to do
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| Ey
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| So many years I’ve worked for what I’ve got now
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| Don’t want to lose it all being too hostile
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| And these motherfuckers wonder why I’m seldom seen
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| I’m at the house making music smoking hella weed
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| I told my nieces they can take my strength
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| So I’m never worried 'bout if their grades might slip
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| And I’mma make up for every birthday I missed
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| We gon' ball out when the world play my shit
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| To all my niggas struggling I raise my fist
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| We in the same boat nigga I ain’t Don Rich
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| Thanks to my godbrother, we stay in the hills
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| Still busting our ass but we paying the bills
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| When I get paid, we gon' blaze it and chill
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| Like back in the old days, no fame or a pill
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| Before we were chasing the mill
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| When we was kids
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| This isn’t for the rap money this is for my niggs
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| I love y’all
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| I know I’m getting real distant
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| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
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| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
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| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
|
| I know I’m getting real distant
|
| I hope it don’t make you think I feel different
|
| When I get paid, best believe I will visit
|
| This ain’t for the fans; |
| this strictly for my niggas
|
| I miss the past when we wasn’t getting paid
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| When we was just kids and the trouble we made
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| All day, we would do shit kids would do
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| But now I we got shit to do
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| Ey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lone Wolf II , by - G-Mo Skee. Song from the album My Filthy Spirit Bomb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп