HOLLA AT YA BOY SMOKE AKA #1 ASSASSIN GOD BLESS MY FAM YOUR FAM REAL TALK ENTERTAINMENT KEEP JEALOUSY AND HATE OUT THE HOOD. LEAVE THAT FOR THE GOVERNMENT. SO CONCERNED WITH WHO THE BEST AND MONEY AND LOVE YA HATIN EACH OTHER FOR IT. YA JUST DONT KNOW. Ain't no tellin' what this life is bout' to bring,
One day ya here the day next ya gone,
That's way I try to live right,
Don't want to live wrong,
And no guarantee you gon' make it home,
What go around come around,
Everybody know its real when you speakin' tha carma,
So do on to others like you want to be done like Mary J, no more drama,
Ima paper chaser believe that, on the ground where I plant my feet at,,
If it's not bout money don't need that,
You can keep that gossip can't you see that,
Stay locked on my mission
Cuz most of these niggas in the world ain't thinkin' bout the future,
Young black entrepreneur,
And I'm out to get more,
So baby open the door,
Nigga betta let me in cuz again and again
I said I was going to get dollars,
And if it's not about the cheese I holla,
Fuckin' with a nigga that's way to polished,
And if the road get to rough imma stand my ground,
Keep my faith and call on the lord,
And I don't hafta worry no more
Even if I fall
Layout by CoolChaser
