Introductions
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I don't care who I signed with lil nigga I still work for me
Them haters say that my music ass goddamn it still work for me
Now that the introductions out the way
It's time to be starting the day
Said that you get on the beat and you kill it nigga
But you really got nothing to say
If you heard the name better hear it nigga
Cause Skiddy he be making plays
Hit up my shordy and she started tweaking
I told that lil hoe get the fuck out my face
She said she mad cause I don't be giving a fuck
I really be chasing the bucks
He said he mad his homie be catching these bullets
Well maybe the nigga should duck
I be the type to dig myself out of a whole if I ever run out of luck
Y'all be the type to start simping over these hoes
When they don't give none of the junk
All of you niggas is lame
You flexing your jewels
You really be thinking you cool
You wanna keep saying I'm jealous
Lil nigga don't get it confused
You can be dissing me now
End up on the news
We'll see who is really a fool
All of my niggas they carry them tools and
They can still knock you down up in a school
This potassium make you sophisticated
If you want a situation instigated
Anybody else that participated
I'll light em up they obliterated
Hollows in your head they be integrated
Niggas really scared they intimidated
If I'm ever caught I'll get vindicated
Can't ever copy you ain't imitating
I ain't talking bout lil 'wing but this glock hold 33
I always rep RTR but never forget TBG
I don't care who I signed with lil nigga I still work for me
Them haters say that my music ass goddamn it still work for me
I don't really gotta do a lot I can still be respected as a hard nigga
I'd say it's pretty satisfying to be growing up without a heart nigga
Lot of shit I shouldn't have seen my soul can really be dark nigga
These bangs ain't fireworks even though they can light a spark nigga
Walking around in the halls, all of the corners be reeking of blacks
Don't give a fuck about moving from city to city my nigga we still spinning back
Don't understand what these niggas be talking a whole other language it ain't bout a rack
Sending my niggas they out on a blitz and no I ain't talking bout a motherfucking sack
I don't care who I signed with lil nigga I still work for me
Them haters say that my music ass goddamn it still work for me
Now that the introductions out the way
It's time to be starting the day
Said that you get on the beat and you kill it nigga
But you really got nothing to say
If you heard the name better hear it nigga
Cause Skiddy he be making plays
Hit up my shordy and she started tweaking
I told that lil hoe get the fuck out my face
She said she mad cause I don't be giving a fuck
I really be chasing the bucks
He said he mad his homie be catching these bullets
Well maybe the nigga should duck
I be the type to dig myself out of a whole if I ever run out of luck
Y'all be the type to start simping over these hoes
When they don't give none of the junk
All of you niggas is lame
You flexing your jewels
You really be thinking you cool
You wanna keep saying I'm jealous
Lil nigga don't get it confused
You can be dissing me now
End up on the news
We'll see who is really a fool
All of my niggas they carry them tools and
They can still knock you down up in a school
This potassium make you sophisticated
If you want a situation instigated
Anybody else that participated
I'll light em up they obliterated
Hollows in your head they be integrated
Niggas really scared they intimidated
If I'm ever caught I'll get vindicated
Can't ever copy you ain't imitating
I ain't talking bout lil 'wing but this glock hold 33
I always rep RTR but never forget TBG
I don't care who I signed with lil nigga I still work for me
Them haters say that my music ass goddamn it still work for me
I don't really gotta do a lot I can still be respected as a hard nigga
I'd say it's pretty satisfying to be growing up without a heart nigga
Lot of shit I shouldn't have seen my soul can really be dark nigga
These bangs ain't fireworks even though they can light a spark nigga
Walking around in the halls, all of the corners be reeking of blacks
Don't give a fuck about moving from city to city my nigga we still spinning back
Don't understand what these niggas be talking a whole other language it ain't bout a rack
Sending my niggas they out on a blitz and no I ain't talking bout a motherfucking sack
Writer(s): Avant Faulkner
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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