| Only time will tell
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| Offer these niggas too much time they gone tell
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| Only grind by myself
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| Couple lines of the lean and liter (and my heater)
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| Ain’t trying to take a L
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| Took a loss
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| Then I learned
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| What I bought bitch I earned
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| Fake rap niggas steady lying to themselves (nah
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| Couple nights ago my fifth time making bail
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| Took my FN
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| Got my nine in my belt
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| No GPS help me find myself
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| Look inside my heart
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| All the kindness that left
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| Eyes all dry
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| And crying don’t help
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| Winners won’t quit
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| That’s why I don’t fail
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| Yea
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| And I know all about being fucked up
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| Won’t nobody give you nothing
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| Call it tough love
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| No joke
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| It’ll break a nigga spirits when you broke
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| That the shit that taught me how to hustle
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| Meanwhile
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| The bills still coming
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| I ain’t got enough money
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| I can feel it in my stomach
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| Ain’t chilling till a nigga get a million every month
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| You ain’t with it
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| Man there ain’t nothing
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| I can feel it yeah it’s coming
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| My balls and my word
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| That’s all I have
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| I don’t trust shit
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| You can fault my past
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| The money bring temporary friends and hoes
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| I’ve been through them all and it taught my ass
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| Dirty as the tires and the rental I’m in
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| All that work and I never clocked in
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| Can’t do nothing but shake my head when I think about all of the money I spent
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| 2% tint on that black 550
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| If a nigga come get me
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| He gone have to die with me
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| AR15 short enough to ride with me
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| I’m too rich to catch the bus
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| But too broke to buy a Bentley
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| Second thought I could’ve bought two
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| Still getting three or four for a walk through
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| I lost money, lost friends, lost love and love ones
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| No wonder I got lost screws
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| Blowing smoke in the air
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| I got P’s everywhere
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| Woreseome ass bitch won’t stay out of my ear
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| Woke feeling like the player of the year
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| I put the syrup down
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| Po’d a glass of Belvedere
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| You ever been fucked up (Nigga hell yeah)
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| That’s why I go so hard on these fuck niggas
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| Meanwhile I’m looking for a stash house in Bel Air
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| I’m fucked up in the mental
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| I don’t trust niggas
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| My childhood was a wild hood
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| Niggas getting murked in our hood
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| This life that we living nigga this shit ain’t all good
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| Four grams of that super cookie in my backwoods
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| Jewelry box full of gold but I use to play them up
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| Pull up in the hood and all the bitches want hugs
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| If she roll the weed good I’ll buy the bitch a pair of Uggs
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| Still jump out on the block with my niggas smoking blunts |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meanwhile , by - Starlito. Song from the album Black Sheep Don't Grin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп