Keep going my nigga don't ever fold
I know it's 'nough stress but don't sweat what you can't control
Step by step imma get it
I let it flow
The mind need rest but i leave that for when i go
I build each nest in the city i call my home
Still these crooked refs see some foul shit and never blow
I must confess i did some wild shit
Keep till I'm ghost but i know
Whenever the trial ends theres gone be growth uh
The sun is up
But sometimes I still hear them demons calling
It must be us if dollar spending
Winning whats you talking
I'm kobe clutch i take the shot
I don't care what it cost me
She might erupt if i show face
When she with you she dormant
They eat my dust
Cuz at dusk I'm up already on it,
Intruder they alarmed
I'm always in a state of calm
As soon as you give a hand
They always try to take an arm,
Beware of quick sand
Just like the saying rake the lawn
I'm dollar chasing flash speed
No stopping imma stampede
Haters like it can't be
I plant my seeds no plan b
I swear the only opps i got is all them taxes
I'm balling off the books
It's all depending who's asking
Keep going my nigga don't ever fold
I know it's 'nough stress but don't sweat what you can't control
Step by step imma get it
I let it flow
The mind need rest but i leave that for when i go
I build each nest in the city i call my home
Still these crooked refs see some foul shit and never blow
I must confess i did some wild shit
Keep till I'm ghost but i know
Whenever the trial ends theres gone be growth uh
Yeah yeah uh uh
Youngings hug the block corners
Runnin when the cop pull on us
Could show you how to get a hunnid thousand
The money callin
Million dollar man
Ted Dibiase the bitches on him,
They hating so i turn up on them
Hold up
Flatbush in the building
Glitch the system, raise the ceiling
Upper echelon the flow is healin
My son growing
He like dad u got a killin
Roll on him shinin (hot boy)
I want em like I'm BG, uh
Sling this dick like im eazy
Return of the dola mic
The game need me
My pain is pain
My bitch said she want to die, Me too
So what you sayin
Fuck the game up 69
I should've wrote, pete back
Before he died
Put your seat back before I glide
If there's beef then we slide,
Poking white girls like i'm in the trap
My last year being broke
Or i might run it back
I need a billi like HOV
Feds lurking,
Phone tapped,
The firm better have my money be warned
If it's up then its up
Keep going my nigga don't ever fold
I know it's 'nough stress but don't sweat what you can't control
Step by step imma get it
I let it flow
The mind need rest but i leave that for when i go
I build each nest in the city i call my home
Still these crooked refs see some foul shit and never blow
I must confess i did some wild shit
Keep till I'm ghost but i know
Whenever the trial ends theres gone be growth uh
