I'm good love, I'm up, ain't no penny pitching I'd rather reinvest in my hustle before I
Blow my chicken No days off, I'm busting bowls down day and
Night I pray to the high power, my seed don't live this life
Lord bless us like we sneezed , we a dying breed
Addicted to the north, pretty bitches and strong weed
I break my doja down, I count my paper up No sympathy for no nigga, get your motion
Up
Life's a bitch, no complaints cause the pussy good
Streets don't love you, get your money, make it out the hood
My money long, this life short, when it rains it pours
The trap like a post office, bring it door to door
And I'm so tired of this fake shit, roll a leaf and face it
Shout out to them hustlers on the north stacking paper
They love you till you tell them no, then they start changing
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I'm good love, I'm up, ain't no penny pitching I'd rather reinvest in my hustle before I
Blow my chicken No days off, I'm busting bowls down day and
Night I pray to the high power, my seed don't live this life
Lord bless us like we sneezed , we a dying breed
Addicted to the north, pretty bitches and strong weed
I break my doja down, I count my paper up No sympathy for no nigga, get your motion
Up
Life's a bitch, no complaints cause the pussy good
Streets don't love you, get your money, make it out the hood
My money long, this life short, when it rains it pours
The trap like a post office, bring it door to door
And I'm so tired of this fake shit, roll a leaf and face it
Shout out to them hustlers on the north stacking paper
They love you till you tell them no, then they start changing
Blow my chicken No days off, I'm busting bowls down day and
Night I pray to the high power, my seed don't live this life
Lord bless us like we sneezed , we a dying breed
Addicted to the north, pretty bitches and strong weed
I break my doja down, I count my paper up No sympathy for no nigga, get your motion
Up
Life's a bitch, no complaints cause the pussy good
Streets don't love you, get your money, make it out the hood
My money long, this life short, when it rains it pours
The trap like a post office, bring it door to door
And I'm so tired of this fake shit, roll a leaf and face it
Shout out to them hustlers on the north stacking paper
They love you till you tell them no, then they start changing
Writer: Paul Currington
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