Lyrics
sometimes i think, what if i accepted a handout?, and then work on my own, so when it all goes down, who's leaving by your side?, gotta keep the circle close, never let the evil get inside, something from the early 90's, threw the speakers in my ride, my head rest on the head rests, i'm speedin' and i'm high, and i don't plan on slowin' down, no break pass, freestyle bike, hold up, this don't look right, they copy us, they style by, just wanna step dance, and they'll do anything for it, my jump shot on point, fuck them niggas i'm a keep scorin', they blinded to that bullshit, can't really feel what's important, oh cause i'm workin' hard, you think that i'm ignorin', your phone call, tour textes, when i was out in texas, i entered what's called business and i don't see a accent, so tell me what am i to do?, never feelin' like it's all for nothin', that's just how it be when you get the buzzin', new friends, distant cousins, who never when you was getting nothing, and i never asked you for nothing, cause i work hard for everything i get, so i never feel like it's all for nothing, put one hand up in the air, show me you feelin' it, and i just take it for what it is, i never cried over spilled milk, and from all the bricks i had look what i built, so if you want it it's there, you gotta drive to get it, i used to drive to get it did like a tiger's fitted, my own lane, ain't nobody else in my driveway, let's toast to this for thug's past and you can sip that outazay, i'll be flyin' over them clouds, with the world out my window, they tellin' me slow down, boy you don't know what you in for, but i do, my man went through the same, and i didn't pay the shuttle's worth to show him he got game, same niggas talkin' 'bout how we dress is lame, with a step of foot let alone wouldn't make it in this game, i know they just want a ruby guy, but couldn't picture with a frame, what we doin' over here is crazy so them bitches go insane, we don't wanna play their part, so they ain't never gonna be seen, they just lookin' over the fences, see how this grass so green, and i never asked you for nothing, cause i work hard for everything i get, so i never feel like it's all for nothing, put one hand up in the air, show me you feelin' it
Song details
Artist: woods, chevy