Текст песни
Gotta do my thing, runnin' solo, no pain. Havin' nightmares where everything fades to black. I tell my girl, "Hold up, be right there." Steady smokin' out and then I make a dope Track. Locs on my face, stackin' money thicker. Goin' through the racks, make a hater sicker. Get up off my case, only 'bout figures. Gotta get it all, never slip my fingers. Runnin' low on lanes, but I gotta come up. I be hustlin' sun down to sun up. Standin' ten toes, haters won't takin' me. I'm 'bout my cheese, I'm 'bout my bread, I'm 'bout my paper, re. Ain't no hurry in the Race, that's a fool's game. Bustas turnin' on you, Only time that people change. All this fuckery, I See these suckas actin' strange. She ain't loyal, ain't no marriage, ain't last name. Gotta do my thing, runnin' solo, no pain. Havin' nightmares where everything fades to black. I tell my girl, "Hold up, be right there." Steady smokin' out and then I make a dope Track. Locs on my face, stackin' money thicker. Goin' through the racks, make a hater sicker. Get up off my case, only 'bout figures. Gotta get it all, never slip through my fingers. Runnin' low on lanes, but I gotta come up. I be hustlin' sun down to sun up. Standin' ten toes, haters won't takin' me. I'm 'bout my cheese, I'm 'bout my bread, I'm 'bout my paper, re. Ain't no hurry in the Race, that's a fool's game. Bustas turnin' on you, Only time that people change. All this fuckery, I See these suckas actin' strange. She ain't loyal, Ain't no marriage, ain't No Last name.
WITMA — MAYHEM MODE
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