K. Smith Keys!
Say I feel sorry for my enemies, any nigga that was a friend of me
Any nigga that broke bags, we on that, why you so sad
Can’t hold it down, you so clown
Never let that kind of nigga beg around
My real friends like family
Try to break this up, we gonna break it down, I promise
Lord knows I told you, I’m still that same nigga from 54
Still riding round, I’ma kinda slowly
Grown man on my grown shit, still riding round with my homies
We ain’t looking for no problems, but if you want some, we on it
I just moved out of my house, big willies said it was time
For a minute then I lost my mind,
I got up all on my grind, had to get out my feelings
And get on my bizness, money all on my mind
I don’t need them digits,
In my account, them bills all in my line
And plus them bitches all on my line
Cause they know a nigga balling, you know they want it
Cause they see a nigga floating, but they used to try to floss me, hold up
Back then they didn’t want me, now I’m hot they all on me
Same as these lame niggas, but I tell them boys I ain’t playing with em
Really got a feeling that I’m really the illest and it’s really my time
right now
Whoa, …by I’m playing, them games gotta go from my goals
Gotta get it right now, whoa
Everybody know bout me, me
I’m tryina do my thing, why they hating, why they hating
Why these niggas won’t let me be? Huh?
