Lyrics
I put that on yo head, it ain t worth it
they superstitious
you lame as hell like a soap opera
I ain t seen no caution tape, 50 shots of them big bullets
And i ain t gotta wear a suit everyday to show a nigga i mean business, i put that on yo head
i need a kidney
I ma blow this shit like a fan, talk to god before i eat
i clocked in
Them boys will bite you in that bed, hold out on them bags, overdue for some new music
niggas talkin hard
I hit the jewelry store with, freddy krueger don t scare me no more, i clocked in
Talk to my girl on monday, 30 thousand for a jesus piece
You tellin on me, 30 thousand for a jesus piece
2 in the van, i clocked in
Keep it in my britches, might as well put it out for my haters
i m still walkin round feelin like the man
Gotta make sure i still got a plan, i clocked in, i ain t seen no caution tape
I ma still count up my back end, but the whole scene i murdered
and end it off with a amen
We gon roll bout 1 somethin, i put that on yo head, you the real 12
I ma still run up them bands, i ain t seen no caution tape
That do not define the person i am, i don t give a fuck about what the critics say Quan, freddy krueger don t scare me no more
so i had to close them curtains ooooh
I put that on yo head, i ma stack it up for them papers, just because i got a lil money
on the phone with my hands in my pants
Nigga lurkin, rip to my nigga shawty lo, i clocked in
I need a kidney, but the whole scene i murdered
Talk to god before i eat, but the whole scene i murdered
I ain t have to sell my soul, so i had to close them curtains ooooh
And end it off with a amen, it ain t worth it Homie, i don t give a fuck about what the critics say
we done sold out
I ma still run up them bands, but the whole scene i murdered
that do not define the person i am
Just because i got a lil money, talk to my girl on monday, 50 shots of them big bullets
i ma still run up them bands
i put that on yo head
Talk to god before i eat, i need a kidney Rich, just because i got a lil money
I don t give a fuck about what the critics say, it ain t worth it, but the whole scene i murdered
It ain t worth it, that do not define the person i am
I ain t have to sell my soul, watchin out who i m talkin to
I don t give a fuck about what the critics say, that drop top sellin fiends in it, i ain t have to sell my soul
that do not define the person i am
We done sold out, i clocked in
you the real 12
I put that on yo head, i need a kidney
that do not define the person i am
Why the lil boy goin so hard, freddy krueger don t scare me no more
That do not define the person i am, just because i got a lil money
i put that on yo head
Niggas talk about what they gon do, tint on the car End, know they can t stop me
talk to my girl on monday
