Released: October 5, 2013
Songwriter: CJ Fly
Producer: Backpack
[Sample]
If not for mine
Check!
[Verse 1: CJ Fly]
This budget of mine always fucks with my pride
Until I feel we doing fine I'll be subject to crime
I bother why?, a tad bit out of touch with father time
Feeling like another abandoned child, that's been effected
Never half stepping, got a way with the words but no sense of direction
Like dice betting, nice women and nice weapons
Wasn't no one to teach me mistakes made life lessons
How I get it?, all the money that I'm spending
With my henchmen, doors opened and I went in
Know this was never really the path that I chose
The cash and hoes, the flashy clothes the links of massive gold
Only planning to give him a half of one dose
Top of the morning they'll be asking fo' mo', offers from chicks who actually do blow
Now I got the whole strip on lock, chip off the old block made chips on the old block
Plus, some cats rub me wrong so I ain't feeling 'em man
What I'm pose to do think twice cause I'm killing a man
Feds is watching posting scoping while they sit in a van
Word was I was hot, so pan what they did with the cam
Trying to catch me in the act like cinemagram
I must be trash cause they trying to throw me in a can
Fiends rush me whoa homie don't touch me, ain't never seen you before you ain't a regular custy
He begin to jibber jabber, trying to get a nigga madder
Got me pissed like I had a health issues with my bladder
All that he was say I acted like I ain't know about
"I know what you got in store, so why is you holding out?"
You a bit to fast homie, you gon' need to slow it down
Until I lay in the earth I'm forever holding my ground
Because I touch figures I don't ever trust niggas
It's just my luck, he was moving like a sus' niggas
Then I, started questioning his identity, heard bullets have no name if they Fly then I guess they're meant for me
You and I are two different entities, you just pussy I love pussy that's gushy and titties
Wasn't friends with me so I guess that made him my enemy
Left me alone eventually couldn't evidence on me
If you know me I always keep a large clientele, how could I go wrong while I'm getting calls on the cell
Said they needed a hit I gave 'em a fix, I would say it with some shit
The vocals that I laid come out crisp, and I'm supposed to give a fuck if a hater gon' diss
Gone be my name on the disc when I'm making it big
Oh no soul sold, get a watch that's rose gold, I won't have to ask for the time no mo'
The POPO is the reason that the poor poor
Ain't trying to be paying taxes we trying to make our own dough
If not for mine
Check!
[Verse 1: CJ Fly]
This budget of mine always fucks with my pride
Until I feel we doing fine I'll be subject to crime
I bother why?, a tad bit out of touch with father time
Feeling like another abandoned child, that's been effected
Never half stepping, got a way with the words but no sense of direction
Like dice betting, nice women and nice weapons
Wasn't no one to teach me mistakes made life lessons
How I get it?, all the money that I'm spending
With my henchmen, doors opened and I went in
Know this was never really the path that I chose
The cash and hoes, the flashy clothes the links of massive gold
Only planning to give him a half of one dose
Top of the morning they'll be asking fo' mo', offers from chicks who actually do blow
Now I got the whole strip on lock, chip off the old block made chips on the old block
Plus, some cats rub me wrong so I ain't feeling 'em man
What I'm pose to do think twice cause I'm killing a man
Feds is watching posting scoping while they sit in a van
Word was I was hot, so pan what they did with the cam
Trying to catch me in the act like cinemagram
I must be trash cause they trying to throw me in a can
Fiends rush me whoa homie don't touch me, ain't never seen you before you ain't a regular custy
He begin to jibber jabber, trying to get a nigga madder
Got me pissed like I had a health issues with my bladder
All that he was say I acted like I ain't know about
"I know what you got in store, so why is you holding out?"
You a bit to fast homie, you gon' need to slow it down
Until I lay in the earth I'm forever holding my ground
Because I touch figures I don't ever trust niggas
It's just my luck, he was moving like a sus' niggas
Then I, started questioning his identity, heard bullets have no name if they Fly then I guess they're meant for me
You and I are two different entities, you just pussy I love pussy that's gushy and titties
Wasn't friends with me so I guess that made him my enemy
Left me alone eventually couldn't evidence on me
If you know me I always keep a large clientele, how could I go wrong while I'm getting calls on the cell
Said they needed a hit I gave 'em a fix, I would say it with some shit
The vocals that I laid come out crisp, and I'm supposed to give a fuck if a hater gon' diss
Gone be my name on the disc when I'm making it big
Oh no soul sold, get a watch that's rose gold, I won't have to ask for the time no mo'
The POPO is the reason that the poor poor
Ain't trying to be paying taxes we trying to make our own dough