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Those who haven't will always tell those who have how it should be And those who ain't will always tell those who is how it could be But if you don't got it, why worry about who does? You feel me? That's real shit for real niggas Don't sit with me if you can't stand up This shit reserved for the family You ain't gon' get it with your hand out We put in work and made it happen I praise the Lord cause I ain't want much Now I got it in abundance I'mma tell you somethin' You can't tell me nothin' Real spill nigga I ain't ever been a tourist (I'm always at home) Got bitches that love me coast to coast, they been tourin Real G salute said they fuck wit youngin We gangsta walking in this bitch, like nigga say something Yeah, yeah What you finna do about that? Put a hand on your chest, we gon house that Niggas fishy, somethin funky, don't come round with that If it's a square in your circle, set the mouse traps I swear they try to take so many of us My nigga called me, said they took his brother And that's my nigga since we was younger SongtexteThis game so fucked up gotta have somebody prayin for you They wayside, many fall by it Was he fraud the whole time? Bro, I can't call it Tell me who can you trust if not your day ones? Long as we get it, take it how it come Don't sit with me if you can't stand up This shit reserved for the family You ain't gon' get it with your hand out We put in work and made it happen I praise the Lord cause I ain't want much Now I got it in abundance I'mma tell you somethin' You can't tell me nothin' Yeah, yeah We gettin' money nigga, but you knew that Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine Nigga never do that He say he goin through some things Bro, you ain't never lied Shit be so stressful, niggas wonderin how you ain't lose your mind Niggas tryna put down they old ways Shit ain't been the same But you know ain't nothin like the old days Bitches snitchin' on ya Niggas switchin' on ya, plottin' on ya Gotta cut the numbers, this game grimy Keep your eyes open Real G shit Free black fool, real beam shit I smoke great, highed up for my niggas that can't be I'm always gon shine if you fuckboys watchin' me Going hard on you niggas, I took lingo to your bitches I'm sittin big in my city, blowing smoke up out the window Feel like I came up Feel like I can't miss Niggas want a game six I'm tryna sweep the series Clutch man, clutch man Ain't no pump fake I'm in my zone, you give me a shot Nigga I'll take it Who you want with the ball at the last second? Should I stop? Retire my number? It's pull up Don't sit with me if you can't stand up This shit reserved for the family You ain't gon' get it with your hand out We put in work and made it happen I praise the Lord cause I ain't want much Now I got it in abundance I'mma tell you somethin' You can't tell me nothin' Aus Songtexte Mania