Lyrics
I m tryin to feed my family so why fuck you mad at me, where s my g s at sippin mickey s and wearing dickies
Terrorfy you bitches when you hear about my riches, this is to all you back stabbing bitches Karma, you mothafuckin haters out there
you re doin em wrong
You got some karma for that ass, never tried to fake
money never made the man
For all the wrong reasons, givin it all i got for my mothafuckin tot One, i m darin you
Never tried to fake, you got to murder me to take it
when i done leave you hung
Gettin faded off the juice, i m darin you
Where s my g s at sippin mickey s and wearing dickies, hocus pokus i was faded when i wrote this, i m darin you
No air in you, no air in you
Just another day but i m livin, throwin up your set with a neck full of hickies
you got to murder me to take it
Let the dogs loose, tattos and hair nets
You know who you are, let the dogs loose, money never made the man
run up on my shit
throwin up your set with a neck full of hickies
Tattos and hair nets, throwin up their sets screamin out fucked the rest, i m tryin to feed my family so why fuck you mad at me
all you two faced hipocrits
coka for the nose
mothafuck you both
Peace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to hoes, tried to make it the way i can, this is to all you back stabbing bitches
every thing you love
Where s my g s at sippin mickey s and wearing dickies, peace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to hoes Mr., for all the wrong reasons
Leave it alone you re fuckin up holmes, throwin up your set with a neck full of hickies
I m tryin to feed my family so why fuck you mad at me, this is to all you back stabbing bitches
And every thing done, karma for all the four seasons
This is to all you back stabbing bitches, see if i put scare in you
every thing you love
Listen to the whistle, karma for all the four seasons, i m tryin to feed my family so why fuck you mad at me
Let the dogs loose, i m fightin to get rich while you re fightin over a bitch Lil, this is to all you back stabbing bitches
Leave it alone you re fuckin up holmes, throwin up their sets screamin out fucked the rest One, coka for the nose
Throwin up their sets screamin out fucked the rest, nigga i m from the streets where the devil never sleeps
you know who you are
givin it all i got for my mothafuckin tot
Buckin down you socas that be talkin out your bocas, this is to all you back stabbing bitches
I m stickin to my oath, run up on my shit, where s my g s at sippin mickey s and wearing dickies
Where s my g s at sippin mickey s and wearing dickies, mothafuck you both, nigga i m from the streets where the devil never sleeps
I m tryin to feed my family so why fuck you mad at me, i m stickin to my oath
It s not about my salary it s all about reality, hustlin my shit makin sure it s in your spot, nigga i m from the streets where the devil never sleeps
Tattos and hair nets, pcp smokers bangin who the lokest
Don t mean a fuckin thing when a mothafuckas sprung, listen to the whistle
Pcp smokers bangin who the lokest, you mothafuckin haters out there, all you two faced hipocrits