Snowgoons, Aspects, Paragraph, A-Mafia - Succeed lyrics
[Snowgoons, Aspects, Paragraph, A-Mafia - Succeed lyrics]
Uh! Let's get it
These haters tryna knock me down
Like the twin towers
Put you underground they go send flowers
I'm heavy that's probly why your men sour
The chevy ain't fucking with the benz power
You go sign a hitlist if
You don't mid your business
End up dead the feds won't find a witness
I'm tryna get it all ain't no time to chill
I'm independent but I ball like
I signed a deal
I'm on a grind for mil so I can cease tax
And relax it for them niggas bumping G bax
And cutting birds moving yae in the bundles
And fuck the suburbs I was
Raised in the jungle
Deep in the game is the gang and the mob
Can't get a job so we slang and we rob
We cash cheques and blast tecs
Shout out to Paragraph and Aspects
They try to keep me down they never succeed
I always find a way back to ma feet
It's me against the world
And it's always been
And ma hands they always
Dirty they never clean
You can never keep me down only
Way is to kill me
I will be, filthy rich homie you will see
But for now hustle hard to get ma paper up
They more we succeed the more
These bitches hating us
They can never keep me down
Always find ma way back
Killers always stay strapped catch you
Where you stay at
So go ahead and hate us show
Us where your grave at
Leave you relaxed in these
Streets homie laid back
You in the jungle where a
Bundle can mean your life
With cops killing kids out here
They don't leave you right
Now I could barely read or write
When I first saw death
Now we they new generation and
We all that's left
Sure we slanging bout the stretch
And fucking pie holes
Gotta eat in these streets dog it's survival
Doing what I gotta do here each and eveyday
Even if it means that we have
To push the heavy weight
I'm heavy in the game I ain't gonna lie
Ma shit is tipping off the scales
I live a gudda life
Everywhere I got I get the block high
I'm from a city where you see
A lot of Glocks rise
Purple blunts both ma hands full
Of cash and grams
Posted up i'm making grands chopping
Up the corner stands
Pushing weight like God damn yeah
I got alot fam bumps in ma pockets when i'm
Standing losing my pants
Getting stash cause i'm putting in work
I'm on the grind everyday
For whatever it's worth hell yeah
I won't stop till i'm dead in the dirt
Making big moves left and while
Your feelings get hurt hefty with ma
Shut the fuck up or you get slapped out of it
Cause I don't have time
For your bullshit bucket
My advice to you is don't
Even bother start it
These haters tryna knock me down
Like the twin towers
Put you underground they go send flowers
I'm heavy that's probly why your men sour
The chevy ain't fucking with the benz power
You go sign a hitlist if
You don't mid your business
End up dead the feds won't find a witness
I'm tryna get it all ain't no time to chill
I'm independent but I ball like
I signed a deal
I'm on a grind for mil so I can cease tax
And relax it for them niggas bumping G bax
And cutting birds moving yae in the bundles
And fuck the suburbs I was
Raised in the jungle
Deep in the game is the gang and the mob
Can't get a job so we slang and we rob
We cash cheques and blast tecs
Shout out to Paragraph and Aspects
They try to keep me down they never succeed
I always find a way back to ma feet
It's me against the world
And it's always been
And ma hands they always
Dirty they never clean
You can never keep me down only
Way is to kill me
I will be, filthy rich homie you will see
But for now hustle hard to get ma paper up
They more we succeed the more
These bitches hating us
They can never keep me down
Always find ma way back
Killers always stay strapped catch you
Where you stay at
So go ahead and hate us show
Us where your grave at
Leave you relaxed in these
Streets homie laid back
You in the jungle where a
Bundle can mean your life
With cops killing kids out here
They don't leave you right
Now I could barely read or write
When I first saw death
Now we they new generation and
We all that's left
Sure we slanging bout the stretch
And fucking pie holes
Gotta eat in these streets dog it's survival
Doing what I gotta do here each and eveyday
Even if it means that we have
To push the heavy weight
I'm heavy in the game I ain't gonna lie
Ma shit is tipping off the scales
I live a gudda life
Everywhere I got I get the block high
I'm from a city where you see
A lot of Glocks rise
Purple blunts both ma hands full
Of cash and grams
Posted up i'm making grands chopping
Up the corner stands
Pushing weight like God damn yeah
I got alot fam bumps in ma pockets when i'm
Standing losing my pants
Getting stash cause i'm putting in work
I'm on the grind everyday
For whatever it's worth hell yeah
I won't stop till i'm dead in the dirt
Making big moves left and while
Your feelings get hurt hefty with ma
Shut the fuck up or you get slapped out of it
Cause I don't have time
For your bullshit bucket
My advice to you is don't
Even bother start it