Skilla Baby - Can't Stop lyrics

Huh? Naw, for real
(MIA JAY C) 1 am lA time
Huh?

Niggas always wanna ride at the end
If you ain't down with me
You cannot be my mans
If you spin and that nigga still alive
Go again i'll spin a nigga bend
You can see it in my grin
I'm a seven-figure nigga
Now I'm tryna make it ten
Gotta stay away from niggas that
Don't wanna see you win
Bitches love fuckin' on me, I ain't stingy
I'll spend
Niggas always tough as hell 'til we
Put 'em in that blend
Everybody really on that 'til a
Nigga end up dead
Everybody ride with you 'til you
Get hit in your head
Got some niggas ridin' with me
I know spinnin' every time
If a nigga play with me
They know I'm spendin' every dime
Ever sincе that one shit happened
I got murdеr on my mind
Labels say they got some M's for me
I just gotta sign nigga, all my bitches fine
Nigga, all my whips foreign
Look like I should go to prom
Sling the AK out the window, man
This bitch sound like a bomb
Got a whole lot of money, but, yeah
I ain't got no time
I was gettin' money when my
Favorite rapper was Delon
She don't really know me
But she keep on callin' me Trevon (Huh?)
I can't believe I got rich friends
I'm franchise now, used to be the sixth man
(Huh?) these niggas tryna take me
Under like some quicksand
Man, the 'bows got me
Ballin' like the Pistons
I'm givin' free game, you just gotta listen
(Huh?) all this money got my mind blown
It's gon' be so many niggas
Dead before mine gone
Coach Skilla send a blitz from
A different time zone
I'll never come outside again without my pole
Slap a drum on the FN, nigga, let's rock roll
Real hoodrat, a nigga still'll get socked on
Come on
All this violence got my head hurtin'
Spin a nigga block 'til I'm
Tired of my mans lurkin'
Swing the chop like Osama
I don't wear turbans
She say she don't think I got no feelings
But I swear I'm hurtin'
It's so hard to be a young nigga
It's so hard to stay out my feelings
It's so hard for me to stop spinning
No Percs, still a super gremlin
It's so hard to be a young nigga
When you comin' from the Murder Mitten
I was raised around all killers
It's so hard for us to stop killing
Gettin' money, fuck bad bitches
Fuck hoes, mind my business
We gon' ride, we ain't stealin'
You either criminal or a witness
(Huh? Huh? Huh?)