Young M.A (2016) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle004 lyrics

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Royce da 5'9"


[Verse]
We still hustle 'til the cows come home
Momma praying that her child come home
It's a hot summer, get caught, you do not utter
Police come we run, we out, we dippin' like hot butter
I swear you gotta be built for this sh*t
And ought to be ready and willing to deal with this sh*t
I got three hustles thats three incomes n*gga
I just can't sit on my ass thats why I been up n*gga
Chin up head high don't slip up n*gga
Sit up n*gga, them boys plotting grip up n*gga
Act tough where you stand is where you'll end up n*gga
Where I'm from thats what it is ain't no if buts n*gga
Don't trip up n*gga, you fall you better get up n*gga
My brother picked up a gun I picked a pen up n*gga
But when he died I picked that clip up n*gga
Watch over me bro and make sure I never give up n*gga
I got my city on my back and my shoulders
I got n*ggas that pop off like the back on controllers
They can't control it
We here forever they here for the moments
I'm so NY thats why my logo a token
My main focus is to stay focused
Remain focused never change focused
Came in the game focused
Told these lames hold this, now they face frozen
Cause they see me doing sh*t that they never thought a b*tch could do
And now they wanna ride the wave, here's a paddle canoe
Got more b*tches dropping pennies then Carl or Lou
Its red life paint the city red
Get rich or die trying that's what 50 said
Im out here working trying to get the Diddy bread
Reppin brooklyn du cap with the biggie head
Hip-hop was just sleeping, wasn't really dead
And since life is a b*tch, I made it give me head
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