| Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin'
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| Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin'
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| Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin'
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| Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin'
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| I know one day I’m gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it
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| Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain’t got time for it
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| No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh
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| Tryna stack my money tall like them twin towers
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| On your block I make it rain, that’s a bullet shower
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| I want money and respect, nigga, fuck the power
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| Hundred shooters comin' silent, that’s a hundred vowels
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| Tryna get money, nigga, fuck these bitches
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| In my own lane, yeah I’m on my road to riches
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| I just fuck then I duck 'em, I don’t love these bitches
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| Gave her my heart, she fucked that up, so I don’t trust these bitches
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| Plenty times in that cell, I caught a couple cases
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| First day out, no wasting time, I went back to them basics
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| I’m chasing dead faces, I’m feeling be-traited
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| I finally made it, them niggas they hatin'
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| The fact, damn my name was ringin' bells
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| Locked up in the cell, ain’t nobody on me pay my bail
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| Deep off in that water, I was swimmin' just like Michael Phelps
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| Lost my nigga Quaffy, I swear you ain’t know how it felt
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| Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin'
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| Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin'
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| Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin'
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| Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin'
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| I know one day I’m gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it
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| Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain’t got time for it
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| No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh
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| I know Lil Lick he gon' kill for me
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| And I know that Rufus go hard for me
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| I know that Pac gon' send shots for me
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| Do drive-bys out all of them cars for me
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| OZ’ll take out his heart for me
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| Kenny did time in that yard for me
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| It’s a lot of shit Flash taught to me
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| It’s a lot of shit Flash taught to me
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| If it’s pressure with them niggas we gon' gun 'em down
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| When it’s beef bitch we creep, we gon' run you down
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| My favorite alphabet that K, it shoot a hundred rounds
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| Boom at the blood to cross the mouth about a hundred pounds
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| Potato on the barrel, swear that it won’t make a sound
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| And we ain’t squashing shit, you know I’ll lay you down
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| Leave 'em in the lost and found, I’m the sickest in my town
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| It get wicked in my town, so you better not play around
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| And you know we be on that gang shit
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| Disrespect that gang, swear to God you’ll get your brain split, yeah
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| RIP Quaffy three times
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| My niggas they with it, we just buried about three nines
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| Only reason why I went on that lick 'cause I got tired of hustlin'
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| Mama couldn’t pay the bills and I know she tired of strugglin'
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| Ever since I was lil one I ain’t had nothin'
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| Walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll see that I ain’t frontin'
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| I know one day I’m gon' make it, 'cause I grind for it
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| Distance myself from that fake shit, I ain’t got time for it
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| No, no, I ain’t got time for it, no no-oh-oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Motivation , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album Life B4 Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп