Ridiculous Rowe, Young Juve, Lil Soulja Slim - Mardi Gras Lyrics

Yea
And they like it better when you ain't got no pot to piss in
Was doing me, I ain't know it was a competition
Aye, aye, And they like it better when you ain't got no pot to piss in
Was doing me, I ain't know it was a competition
Nigga, stop all that bitchin'

Yea the streets called, they want an encore
They say want more, they know my heart pure
Now I got cash & bank accounts offshore
I got some land I might build on I'm not sure
I gotta rock with the real & negate the flaw
Aye life been better ever since I got away from y'all
Just needed better energy I got no hate for y'all
The only time I say y'all name is when I pray for y'all swear to God
Remember days in Dade doing damage
In Hialeah got addicted to that Cuban sandwich
Now my Ol lady got me out here eating salads
I ain't no vegan or nothing, just trying to keep it balanced, feel me

As you can see I'm doing me I ain't know it was a competition
Feel me?
And they like it better when you ain't got no pot to piss in
When everybody doubted shit I was optomistic
Was doing me I ain't know it was a competition
Just do you & maybe you can be in my position
Nigga, stop all that bitching

Bitch don't out us to get your clout up
Niggas hate, but we don't run our mouth, just shoot the house up
Jumped off the porch got in some pussy now a nigga beefing
Too many bodies on this gun but shit I gotta keep it
Don't pray for peace I pray that all my niggas just keep eating
You keep it G & you gon' prosper that's what I believe in
OG got me leaning I came up under some niggas that'll smoke you for no reason
Money straight but I'll still pull up kick dope cuz I'm a heathen
Shoutout to my demons, cuz they know me the best
How you a threat boy that ain't even a real bulletproof vest
Best your respect cuz if you don't this knife go in your neck
I play for keeps I like to cheat & I like getting checks

I keep the heater with me
They got niggas all over say they wanna kill me
Can't let them niggas steal me
21 200,000 trying to get a milli
That's why you catch me out of town & thuggin' in your city
These lil' ones look up to me
The OGs they salute
And all these bad bitches 'round wan blow me like a flute
If you ain't catch it from my accent bitch I'm from that boot
Where I was raised bookoo niggas shoot it or they toot
My whole committee gone, know how that make me feel
Everyday my eyes open I be wan kill
I holla free my uncle law because the love is real
The only nigga keep me focused trying to get a deal
A Nolia boy for real

As you can see I'm doing me I ain't know it was a competition
Feel me?
And they like it better when you ain't got no pot to piss in
When everybody doubted shit I was optomistic
Was doing me I ain't know it was a competition
Just do you & maybe you can be in my position
Nigga, stop all that bitching