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DJ Swift on the
Say
Aye you let nobody make you mad
I'ma say it this,
how the you don't want nobody
you, but you let that person make you mad?
They you

What you gone do when you
(I know all gone leave)
To all the one's left you
(On God, on God, on me)
You cry nobody around
is all on me
You stressing, you got no money
Had you a girl, but these bitches ain't

Jumped off the porch in the streets, now you
Went to jail cause you steady kept rushing
Diamonds, they hang the neck of your cousin
throw you nothing, feel like "fuck it, you buster"
Ain't in the clutch when you try to score something
Death on your mind, you ain't thinkin' bout
Stay with a nine, think bout up something
Got by your brother, he left you with nothing

Ran up a check, when they see you, you
People who left, now you see they coming
Don't with them niggas, you know how they coming
Gotta think you move, if you, you go under
Shine on them cause they blame you for problems
Mad ain't finish school for they mama
Bitch my mama, he gone, go find him
knew love back then since a toddler
Turned to a killer, he him a chopper
Don't talk if it ain't bout no dollar
All for my name, you posted, they
Using you up the point you done 'em

I done had people stood
around me talking about the ones with
You ain't got no morals, I how you think but you ain't shit
Be to see through a kiss and a hug
Prepare and your heart from the fake love
bout your money, don't go to no club
Respond wit' a answer, don't never just
No you is who say you was
Say you ain't shit, you ain't but a thug
Tell em think they dick 'cause you don't give a fuck
Steady turning up you don't give a fuck
It's done, bitch, it's

What you gone do you fall?
(I know they all leave)
To all the left you alone
(On God, on God, on me)
You cry when around
Control is all on me (I'm up)
You stressing, you got no money
You had you a girl, but these bitches nothing

Jumped off the in the streets, now you thuggin'
Went to jail cause you steady kept rushing
Diamonds, they hang down the neck of cousin
throw you nothing, feel like "fuck it, you busted"
Ain't in the clutch when you try to score something
Death on your mind, you ain't thinkin' bout
Stay with a nine, think bout sticking up
Got jacked by your brother, he you with nothing

Take down, down
Had to the background
Lame shame, had to tell that bitch that's the bite
Money coming, had to to tell that "right now"
with no sense, had to tell that nigga stand down
Up the TEC, had to make that nigga lay down
Hit a nigga up, he drop, he gone stay down
Go to make a drop, when he leave, we ride round
Nigga from the behind, the missile now and slide down
Thinking of the future when I don't got
Looked at the bitch had to her it's my time now
I'mma keep you in the front, I leaving you behind now
Drop kick told her not to be so now
Chopstick laid in a cross she die now
Man what you me and bitch she goin' diabolic
If I feel played bitch she gon' sly about it
Crash out, slap her in the streets she gon' cry it
Don't know we official she don't speak when a nigga
I'mma blow a whistle 'til you sleep on him
To this beat we gon' creep knowing that my 'bout it
Ben walked in any extras see me it
Steady going in no sense a nigga talk
Got a long dick if you wanna say something it
Said a better stay all on 'em
You it's all talk
You ain't hear me man I meant to say rip tongue...