Aye

Was doing my business so they had to wait

I work on my bars and my craft everyday

No I don’t play

But I might do with yo bitch better hope that I don’t better pray

See em and look at they face

When I pull up and skrt off like I ride in the day-tona

Yes i’m a donor but not for the bars that I write with the pen on the pape

Shorty been hitting my line talkin bout i’m the one on her mind i’m the one that she missing

But I can’t go for that shit cause I gotta keep grinding my stacks, stay strong on the mission

Put in the work to get up where i’m at put in time for the money I get in addition

They sneak with the disses but they be missing the point that they really aint nun but bitches

Once apon a time I was down in the grave

Not bout the body but my mind they couldn’t save

Momma she was praying for my health and my dad and my brother we was stuck ain’t know what I had to say

To make shit better momma crying grandma crying brother crying while they sending me letters

Can’t trust a soul nobody in my view in the back or the front not the type to put my heart on a sweater

But I got back with the mix match

Break his ass like a kit kat

Where the bricks at

If he touch me then bet im gonna get my hit back

Care bout my money I dont care where a bitch at

Aye

Was doing my business so they had to wait

I work on my bars and my craft everyday

No I don’t play

But I might do with yo bitch better hope that I don’t better pray

See them and look at they face

When I pull up and skrt off like I ride in the day-tona

Yes i’m a donor but not for the bars that I write with the pen on the pape

Shorty been hitting my line talkin bout i’m the one on her mind i’m the one that she missing

But I can’t go for that shit cause I gotta keep grinding my stacks, stay strong on the mission

Put in the work to get up where i’m at put in time for the money I get in addition

They sneak with the disses but they be missing the point that they really aint nun but bitches

Once apon a time I was down in the grave

Not bout the body but my mind they couldn’t save

Momma she was praying for my health and my dad and my brother we was stuck ain’t know what I had to say

To make shit better momma crying grandma crying brother crying while they sending me letters

Can’t trust a soul nobody in my view in the back or the front not the type to put my heart on a sweater