Lyrics Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - Js Aka the Best, T2, D.C. Don Juan

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

Hunger in the game, nah i never be the same
Started with nothing now i want everything
Daytime im living it, guess its why i never dream
Used to want the money now its on to better things
I be on to something you ain’t never seen forever clean
My baby mama said Tony I need a better ring
I pick the phone up quickly only if chedda ring and hang it up right after
Need space like NASA, so i race quite faster
You can chase that currency ima chase these masters
You could face these blasters ill meet you in the afterlife
Reed Richards with the flow Fantastic right?
JS said Tony you gon smash it right
I said what you gon ask me twice
I do it and im flexxin it you guessin it
A plus stand for excellence Tony
Pre Chorus
I said do not let me pull it out the holster
I ride or die like a real nigga suppose to
Your baby mama blew me up just like a poster
You try to something the me ill roast ya
You know i ride for my niggas like a chauffeur
Slide in yo bitch like a pair of prada loaffers
The only time im thinking straight is when im sober
The problem is i dont think im ever sober
Strictly 4 My Niggas tho
This that Landova Landova
Eyes closed girl im Jordan at the free throw
She a good girl but she a freak tho
Money in my pocket backwoods full of diesel
My windows tinted with a star in it
How you ballin when your car rented
Bad bitches down to bust a check
She fuck me good dont even bust a sweat
Ridin thru your hood they give me much respect
How you a threat won’t even bust a tech
I hit TV up like let me hold a 5
Im tryna stay forever young you niggas know the vibe
It’s us or nothing yeah you know them guys
4 niggas gettin chicken dont get so surprised
Mask off dont need no disguise
Forever a legend, nigga immortalized
Strictly 4 My Niggas tho
Look like you seen a ghost nigga
Im like tommy, and kanan mixed with Ghost nigga
Talkin all that shit in your raps
Thought you was a shooter, how come you ain’t anticipate that kickback
Click Clack, face facts, Nick knack patty wack
Everything pitch black, this the big payback
Position of power, the tower of power
Gunpowder and flowers on your trousers, betta leave you only got a hour
Bitch we back like we never left
Me & Big G back like we never left
We got them people in the shadows you dont know about
Dont you ass stay around the block from the carryout
The jig is up, the jig is up, the jig is up
My nigga Hit em up, hit em up, hit em up
You hear them shots ring off better run nigga run nigga
What I say, run nigga run nigga