Yea Hab
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
I Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro huh
& I go & I go & I go
Back to my backpack days to tha times
We was sellin shit tryin get a brick
Me & my Niggaz we was hittin shit
Run up a bitch look pimp we be gettin it
Gold on my neck & wrist
Watch how I whip that shit
Watch how I work that bitch
Game in my heritage
Underprivileged kids & we straight out tha Village
Came for tha bag yea
That's erraythang he had
Niggaz wanna boast that clip till it's bad
I ain't really trippin
Got some niggaz in the kitchen &
They keep them pots clanging
Shout out to the niggaz block still bangin
Got some niggaz in that four door & its Swangin
Run a up nigga it's Nathan Ooo Switchin my style up
Im eating yo cadence got tired of waiting
Stay wit sum patience
Like cookin free basin my fragrance is Stankin
Watchin for niggaz who fakin be Hatin they snake-ish
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro
& I go & I go & I go
(HEY)
Im hungry im fiendin
F*ck scavengin' we eatin' I go
Hangin in trap wit the demons I go
I know ain't wrap right
But I bet the seal tight Raised in night
Boy I pray for some angels
Call up Jesus I need me a bundle
Keep my moves humble seen a many Tumble
Seen a few crumble
You ain't live my life
You ain't walk my past
You ain't got my sight
You don't know my struggle
Thank god for the hustle
Boy I'm birthed out the jungle
You don't wanna rumble
They don't want that trouble
Keep one hunnit I tryin cuddle
Tryin beat them cheeks
Get back to tha streets tryin push me benz
Push this shit & means to an ends
That's how it all began
I Made myself a man
Sucka nigga take tha stand
I take a stand
You won't catch me in that bitch snitchin
I'm street conditioned on a mission Ha
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro
& I go & I go & I go
Habilis - Amateur 2 Pro Lyrics
Habilis - Amateur 2 Pro Lyrics
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Yea Hab
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
I Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro huh
& I go & I go & I go
Back to my backpack days to tha times
We was sellin shit tryin get a brick
Me & my Niggaz we was hittin shit
Run up a bitch look pimp we be gettin it
Gold on my neck & wrist
Watch how I whip that shit
Watch how I work that bitch
Game in my heritage
Underprivileged kids & we straight out tha Village
Came for tha bag yea
That's erraythang he had
Niggaz wanna boast that clip till it's bad
I ain't really trippin
Got some niggaz in the kitchen &
They keep them pots clanging
Shout out to the niggaz block still bangin
Got some niggaz in that four door & its Swangin
Run a up nigga it's Nathan Ooo Switchin my style up
Im eating yo cadence got tired of waiting
Stay wit sum patience
Like cookin free basin my fragrance is Stankin
Watchin for niggaz who fakin be Hatin they snake-ish
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro
& I go & I go & I go
(HEY)
Im hungry im fiendin
F*ck scavengin' we eatin' I go
Hangin in trap wit the demons I go
I know ain't wrap right
But I bet the seal tight Raised in night
Boy I pray for some angels
Call up Jesus I need me a bundle
Keep my moves humble seen a many Tumble
Seen a few crumble
You ain't live my life
You ain't walk my past
You ain't got my sight
You don't know my struggle
Thank god for the hustle
Boy I'm birthed out the jungle
You don't wanna rumble
They don't want that trouble
Keep one hunnit I tryin cuddle
Tryin beat them cheeks
Get back to tha streets tryin push me benz
Push this shit & means to an ends
That's how it all began
I Made myself a man
Sucka nigga take tha stand
I take a stand
You won't catch me in that bitch snitchin
I'm street conditioned on a mission Ha
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro
& I go & I go & I go
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
I Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro huh
& I go & I go & I go
Back to my backpack days to tha times
We was sellin shit tryin get a brick
Me & my Niggaz we was hittin shit
Run up a bitch look pimp we be gettin it
Gold on my neck & wrist
Watch how I whip that shit
Watch how I work that bitch
Game in my heritage
Underprivileged kids & we straight out tha Village
Came for tha bag yea
That's erraythang he had
Niggaz wanna boast that clip till it's bad
I ain't really trippin
Got some niggaz in the kitchen &
They keep them pots clanging
Shout out to the niggaz block still bangin
Got some niggaz in that four door & its Swangin
Run a up nigga it's Nathan Ooo Switchin my style up
Im eating yo cadence got tired of waiting
Stay wit sum patience
Like cookin free basin my fragrance is Stankin
Watchin for niggaz who fakin be Hatin they snake-ish
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro
& I go & I go & I go
(HEY)
Im hungry im fiendin
F*ck scavengin' we eatin' I go
Hangin in trap wit the demons I go
I know ain't wrap right
But I bet the seal tight Raised in night
Boy I pray for some angels
Call up Jesus I need me a bundle
Keep my moves humble seen a many Tumble
Seen a few crumble
You ain't live my life
You ain't walk my past
You ain't got my sight
You don't know my struggle
Thank god for the hustle
Boy I'm birthed out the jungle
You don't wanna rumble
They don't want that trouble
Keep one hunnit I tryin cuddle
Tryin beat them cheeks
Get back to tha streets tryin push me benz
Push this shit & means to an ends
That's how it all began
I Made myself a man
Sucka nigga take tha stand
I take a stand
You won't catch me in that bitch snitchin
I'm street conditioned on a mission Ha
Feelin so cold in my soul
Iunno need no bitch to hold
Need some mo gold
Lace up my vans & I go
Chasin presidents no time for these hoes
Watchin some friends turn to foes
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
Tell me this how this shit suppose to go
When you turn amateur yea to pro
& I go & I go & I go
Writer: Khaalis Jalal
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