Payroll Giovanni, Cardo - In Me, Not On Me lyrics
Ronald N. LaTour
[Payroll Giovanni, Cardo - In Me, Not On Me lyrics]
Cardo, you're a fool
I guess I gotta accept it's just a new age
Being gossiping men seems like a new wave
Well i've been hustling my face
Due for a new shave
But i'm hit my quota, in less than 2 days
Been a hard grinder since a small timer
Every time you niggas tap
You getting all timers
I don't let no, most these rappers all liars
30 in our lingo so they can
Walk and talk like us (uh)
I got my game from the block
Some cain in the pot
Finance the chain and the drop
This rap shit easy
I use to maintain the spot
Pop up, and set up shop like a pop up shop
A few blocks for a rocked up watch
But I deserve that
Hustle on the curve with a pen
I had to curve that
I'm from Detroit where it's hard to
Get your music heard at so we say fuck it
Now where the pounds and the birds at?
Fuck it, it ain't no hook
I stare that shit when they say don't look
I'm true to the game, could write my own book
Dirty'd up the plate
So i'm bagging up on the phone book
White got hot
So I stopped and I just sold kush
Gotta see the signs, the game show you
Before your mans told, the game told you
Showed you clear as day
The nigga wasn't right (right)
Thats on you to cut him off or
You're going to pay the price
You lames gossip with the same pockets
I enlarge exchange profit's
And remain modest
In a phony game, I remain honest
When you gettin' strange commas
You hear strange comments
But fuck em', life goes on
I'm get this money right now
No need to prolong
Bloggers like he talked about drugs
Almost the whole song
But, you ain't from where i'm from
So get the fuck on
Fuck living decent, dodging precincts
That's what streets teach us
Never respect the leaches
I respect the Big Meech's
My dog big dogs with big leashes
Im talking links and pieces that
Make you say Jesus (you see that?)
You still tryna prove you on the avenue
I'm tryna furnish this crib way out in malibu
Yall confuse being gangstas, with dumb shit
Yall think punk shit is really tough shit
I wish I would yell in a camera phone
Making public threats about how
I'm get you gone yall worry about the nigga
That be getting loud
You should be worried if he
Calm and just sitting down
This shit in me, not on me
I never seen so many strangers
Talking like they know me
And I don't need no validation
From your big homie
Nigga, I was stationed making plays like sony
(boy)
I guess I gotta accept it's just a new age
Being gossiping men seems like a new wave
Well i've been hustling my face
Due for a new shave
But i'm hit my quota, in less than 2 days
Been a hard grinder since a small timer
Every time you niggas tap
You getting all timers
I don't let no, most these rappers all liars
30 in our lingo so they can
Walk and talk like us (uh)
I got my game from the block
Some cain in the pot
Finance the chain and the drop
This rap shit easy
I use to maintain the spot
Pop up, and set up shop like a pop up shop
A few blocks for a rocked up watch
But I deserve that
Hustle on the curve with a pen
I had to curve that
I'm from Detroit where it's hard to
Get your music heard at so we say fuck it
Now where the pounds and the birds at?
Fuck it, it ain't no hook
I stare that shit when they say don't look
I'm true to the game, could write my own book
Dirty'd up the plate
So i'm bagging up on the phone book
White got hot
So I stopped and I just sold kush
Gotta see the signs, the game show you
Before your mans told, the game told you
Showed you clear as day
The nigga wasn't right (right)
Thats on you to cut him off or
You're going to pay the price
You lames gossip with the same pockets
I enlarge exchange profit's
And remain modest
In a phony game, I remain honest
When you gettin' strange commas
You hear strange comments
But fuck em', life goes on
I'm get this money right now
No need to prolong
Bloggers like he talked about drugs
Almost the whole song
But, you ain't from where i'm from
So get the fuck on
Fuck living decent, dodging precincts
That's what streets teach us
Never respect the leaches
I respect the Big Meech's
My dog big dogs with big leashes
Im talking links and pieces that
Make you say Jesus (you see that?)
You still tryna prove you on the avenue
I'm tryna furnish this crib way out in malibu
Yall confuse being gangstas, with dumb shit
Yall think punk shit is really tough shit
I wish I would yell in a camera phone
Making public threats about how
I'm get you gone yall worry about the nigga
That be getting loud
You should be worried if he
Calm and just sitting down
This shit in me, not on me
I never seen so many strangers
Talking like they know me
And I don't need no validation
From your big homie
Nigga, I was stationed making plays like sony
(boy)