Lyrics
under dog is cool, i'm used to being overlooked, look at me now i'm filled with style, my blunt is rolled with kush, look bitch i'm ballin, ballin', chasin' k's like reggie bush, my haters hatin' don't know how inside the bentley look, five in the mornin' recording, you think i slept all day, but i really aint slept at all, i got bills that's due, need cheques today, southside don't play play around, if you want me, another black body dumped, duck down when you hear the sound, i got peace but not the kind you want, nigga r.i.p, march throught the club with no i.d, make sure they put the pretty bitches round me, tables of bub' and it's all on me, hoes show love in the v.i.p, think about bread when you think about p, what i done did and how i od, check a muthafucking thing here free, touch nothing you see, i ex'ing off the hoes quick as they come, drinking heavy rollin' up like i got an extra lung, singing bentley, sippin' harley pardon what i've become, leakin' bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum, these niggas never did shit for me when i was starvin' son, just me against them, you remember that, thought you'd be glad but you parting along when i'm ending at, i don't see no kind of friend in that, fuck em all go spend a stack, yapping like a bitch don't get more friend than that, this that no pretending rap, y'all know how my engine at, nine in front two ten's in back, running with that stack in his back, one in yo ad, i know i'm watched by an angel, still feel her hugs and her kisses, on the phone with my grandma, don't give a fuck bout these bitches, dont give a fuck bout their trophy's, or anything that they might owe me, i do this for you, the only ones that really know me, only ones that aint disown me, i remember everything they said, said i was dead, deaded all that, sledgehammer right on your head, live for the now, su woo to gone, sucka nigga's left red, no time for waiting rather get mine instead, i gettin' money on a dime, girl it's my time, go get that love shit out your mind, you living blind, can't go for that will fall behind, i'm on the grind, im hittin 'em two at a time, why would i decline, see you at the finish line, line, line, line, line, line, line, see you at the finish line, line, line, line, line, line, line, see you at the finish line, line, line, line, line, line, line, see you at the finish line, line, line, line, line, line, line
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Artist: banks, lloyd