Glee

I can't let these niggas knock me off my pivot
God sat me down and talked to me, I listened
I was in that cell, he told me that I'm gifted
If I don't make it in the booth, then I'ma make it in the kitchen
I'm special with the mic'
Special with the whippin'
I ran outta money
Had to pay attention
All the people that was 'round me, they ain't have my best interest
You ain't have my best interest
You lazy with your loyalty and your position
And now I gotta execute 'cause you don't listen
That throwaway on me, dumpin' with precision
I know shawty only on my trail 'cause she see a ticket
I read between the lines and people, they intentions
Can't have you niggas 'round me shit gon' go to missin'
I had to press that bump, I had to feel it
You know if it ever come down to it, a nigga with it
All these drugs got the whole world jiggy
Hoes comin' out they clothes, a nigga trippin'
Why hit the top to go back to the bottom?
All these bitches fallin' for me like it's autumn
I'm tryna tell you, homie, you don't want none
They freed me so I'm right back to that money hunt
Somebody tell these niggas they don't want none
Kodak Black, but I'm spreadin' blue hunduns
They said my nigga Cool on the fuckin' run
When they let him outta prison, I'll be thirty-one
I knew I was a star when I was sellin' hard
Everybody told me I'd make it when I was on the block
See, before the rap shit, I was jackin' cars
I couldn't get all my time 'cause I was doin' fraud
Me and my nigga Lil' Marcus tearin' up the Wyatt
It hurt me to my heart, I heard they gave him twenty-five
I'm from the Nolia, all I know is slang that iron

Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'
Just like I told you, if I'm lyin' then I'm flyin'

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Writer(s): Benjamin Diehl, Bill Kapri, Harold Larry Thomas, Lee Wesley Jr. Jones