Текст песни
Uh, Beat that motherfucker up, Guap. They like how I'm livin'. Uh, uh. They wanna blame it on luck and all type Of shit. They--man, this shit hard work, dedication. Or maybe it's just the life that God gave Me. Who knows? Yeah. Check me out, check out. They say that I'm lucky, I have to say I don't agree. Opinions don't matter, don't give a Fuck 'bout what you think. I'm sippin' this Wock', My bitches sip on Casamigos. I'm bossin' her up, her status up because of Me. How could you talk down knowin' who run The town? They call me to link up, I Give you the runaround. Money we keep around, hundreds we keepin' close. Rosé on a yacht, Dom P for the boat. I'm somethin' that's next level, this lamb chop, red Devil. My lifestyle federal, somethin' you never Knew. Workin', we improve, I'm tryna do better. I'm goin' through hardships, but I'm stronger than Ever. The fans feel me, guess they love a Nigga 'cause they know I gave the real me. I'm always outside, how you niggas tryna kill me? Set up posts in my DM tryna appeal me. Take it up with God 'cause it's the life That He Presidential on my wrist and I ain't Never voted. I been grindin', goin' hard, But they never notice. Went and gave it my All with little motivation. I want it bad, I need it now, I'm Tired of bein' patient. I been waitin' so long, I can't wait a Little longer. Tryna knock me down, but I guess I'm way stronger than I thought. Long way from bein' little niggas on that block. However it go, I know I gave it all I got. You wish you was me, just admit It, little dude. I come from the streets where You ain't active, you ain't cool. Catch you a opp and eat that nigga like Some food. They catch your plates on corner cameras, Then you lose. Life without parole, it's a hard Game to play. So I focus gettin' paid, broke Shit be in the way. You see that I'm Touchin' the flowers, said match a bouquet. Breakin' on this bitch from the Bay, shout out Mac Dre. You ain't never made attempts or let A gat spray. BBL on lil' mama, Plus her ass fake. You ain't got no hood Trophies 'cause niggas last place. We don't do no conversatin', so it's a cold Case. The lean made that entrance, I'm fuckin' with Drinkin' Ace of Spade. They ain't wanna give me A lane, I had to make a way. You know I make shit happen regardless. Twelve hundred, no cologne, got me smellin' so Flawless. You gotta love it. I don't cheat the grind 'cause we married and I love her. Tryna keep it cool, but that's Way too undercover. Niggas be some bitches, They identify as other. Niggas be some bitches, they identify as Presidential on my wrist and I ain't never voted. I been grindin', goin' hard, but they never notice. Went and gave it my all with little motivation. I want it bad, I need it now, I'm Tired of bein' patient. I been waitin' so long, I can't wait a Little longer. Tryna knock me down, but I guess I'm way stronger than I thought. Long way from bein' little niggas on that block. However it go, I know I gave it all I got. Yeah. However it go, I know I gave I Motherfuck Bein' safe.
AFN Peso — Gave It All I Got
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