Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Havin My Way, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Olive Boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
Havin My Way |
| Havin' my way with it |
| Don’t wanna see me shine, so I gotta stay with it |
| Perfecting my grind, cause I have faith in it |
| When it’s your time, nigga don’t play with it |
| Cause when that bed made, boy you gotta lay in it |
| I was facing time up in state prison |
| Put a payed lawyer on the case, chillin' |
| Niggas wonder why I’m out the way, cause I learned that niggas ain’t solid as |
| they say, nigga |
| God, I broke in a rage with her |
| Baby on the way, no baby sitter, ay |
| My nigga let me paint this picture, uh |
| I made a living off hard, ay |
| My momma made me a star, uh |
| My bitch could of been a DeBarge, uh |
| On the block I’m the head Loc in charge |
| No nigga ever pulled my card |
| My bitch gon' play her part |
| My Locs gon' shoot, on God |
| Hit the pen, raise hell in the pod |
| New condo came with fob |
| New four-o came with a stick |
| Instead of being on they job, these niggas on my dick |
| On 56th with the squad, try slide and get chipped |
| Try to run down and get flipped |
| Nigga, that’s on 90 Crip |
| Havin' my way with it |
| Don’t wanna see me shine, so I gotta stay with it |
| Perfecting my grind, cause I have faith in it |
| When it’s your time, nigga don’t play with it |
| Cause when that bed made, boy you gotta lay in it |
| Yeah |
| Niggas gotta lay in that mufucker |
| On the dead homies |
| I done put every homie we had in the ground since I been from the set, on 2N |
| Keep on whackin' out your set, he’s a fan |
| My lil' homegirls have berettas, not barrettes |
| Rubber bands on my money |
| I don’t trust the government, Uncle Same looking for me |
| If I pulled it off the hip, I’ma blam, don’t be on me |
| On the 'Gram, visit the homie in the pen, him don’t owe me |
| Tryna dodge the feds, hollow heads in the forty |
| All about the bread, check to check wasn’t for me |
| Got put down even though they said the set wasn’t for me |
| I done shot some niggas that I can’t forget, they still haunt me |
| I can’t sleep until the sun is up, think I hear them runnin' up |
| Hope my friends alive by the time that my money up |
| Every time the summer come, I’m burying another one |
| Havin' my way with it |
| Don’t wanna see me shine, so I gotta stay with it |
| Perfecting my grind, cause I have faith in it |
| When it’s your time, nigga don’t play with it |
| Cause when that bed made, boy you gotta lay in it |