M Huncho - h2s lyrics

Busy busy, yeah my lifestyles busy
Air Force Ones, old school blade ridin' with me
Ridin' with me

Smart cars, no fast cars I was pushing then
If I could start again I'd do it all again
If I could choose my friends I'd do it all again
Could have been a millionaire, I couldn't phone a friend
'Cause we're family and they got my back that's gladly
Conversations about some Grammys no awards we're talking Grammys
Stepping into motives looking swanky
Giving all these pretty bitches hella woody hit their ass up with a spanky
Plastic on my private, in case it gets spunky
I don't need no kids 'cause these hoes they don't love me
The streets they don't love me
My creator loves me so I'm hoping that he guides me
I'm having nightmares full of fighting but it's me against myself saying 'fight me'
Battles with my soul they wouldn't understand the crime sprees
All the tag teams, to make this money lanky
I only followed you, you're some eye candy

They wanna know the reason why I always wear a bally
'Cause the way I creep is tallys, sorry yeah I krept was tally
Tallying all these shots up in the morning
I'll be real this life is boring
Got a shot in ally pally
Bitches try stress me out, they just silly Sallys
Nothing's more important than family
For them I'd give this up, I'd do it gladly
Same way she just took off her panties
It all started from turning raw dough to toasted bread
It all began from the time they cared about their cred
Panicking, keep on running into feds
Packaged things, stashed up in the kitchenette

Let me start again, yo my name is Huncho
No, I ain't' no cutthroat, if it ever came
To that then you know that I'd be cut throat
My bitch don't know that I do music still I give her sore throats
Expensive jackets, goose coats
Expensive jackets, moose coats
Expensive jackets, fur coats

It's all needed yeah yeah 'cause these roads cold
Digging through the dirt I'm trying to find gold
Remember when I won from a fivefold
Same shit just a different day
Same routine now I turn up kinda late
'Cause music ain't a priority I gotta make a change
My brother got some youths yeah he needs some change
My brothers in the can yeah they need some change
Impersonators in this ting yeah they gotta change
Can't blackball me yeah you gotta change
You know I ain't a boy up in this fucking game

Busy busy yeah my lifestyles busy
Air Force Ones, old-school blade riding with me
You zimmie, you zimmie
This industry can see me

I just made a one-er
I just made another
Giving her the pipe like plumber
I will never cuff her
Smoking so much Stardawg
I'm reminiscing times with my dawgs in the summer

I've never been a next-man's runner
Had my own feet that's runner
Had to bag this grub I was one up
Stinky ass yard, with mould on the come up
It's raining outside I stepped in when it was sun up
I stepped out twelve hours later still sun up
God willing yeah I get to pick my son up
Tired of telling all these bummy jiggas get your funds up
Funds up
Yeah that's my end of year sum up

Used to walk miles to my shot that's a milestone
Allergic reaction, I can't be around Five-O
When they caught me up in watty now
I firmed getting rushed that was my woe
I catch 'em on the rebound and it's live-o
They've had their prime but everyone's prime goes
Huncho, Optimus Prime though
This dick turned this hoe into a psycho

Got this new pack and it's avantgarde
Getting feedback shots saying 'Oh, my Lord'
Had to do a couple laps on the boulevard
Fuck feds, fuck the undies, fuck the Scotland Yard

I pull up uninvited no greeting card
I don't think about them man I disregard
My partner had to pattern through a prison guard
My partner had to pattern through a prison guard