I put in work, I gave you all of me
And I been in deez streets they just keep calling me
I came too far so it ain’t no giving up
And I done been through shit and I just can’t cover it up
OK now what you know about making noise
rolling up Shooting with the boys
not Santa clause but I guarantee yo presents gone when you see the toys
Niggaz thinking They know me,
niggaz really don’t know me,
I’m dark as fuck but I shot the sun its more yellow on me than Kobe
Twon gone but I’m dumb hot
Got what you need I’m like one stop
I’m a sharpshooter on the microphone
To kill the game and the one shot
Beuller Said let’s get it
I do this shit but you hot too,
Come through the lab and let’s get it I guarantee you I got you
Got dat Work for all of these niggaz Hating
educated fuck graduation
I make it past any situation then teach you niggaz no demonstration
I do it, I do it, this shit just come so fluid
Middle fingers up I don’t give a fuck cuz I’m making it and I knew it, got that....
I put in work, I gave you all of me
And I been in deez streets they just keep calling me
I came too far so it ain’t no giving up
And I done been through shit and I just can’t cover it up
Written by: MARCUS EMMANU PADGETT-ESPINOSA, TIM MOORELyrics © Spirit Music Group, Songtrust AveLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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