joey fatts – karma lyrics
i’m on my way home, my block, i roll my pocket full of stones
yeah, the nickel play the dime
i’m on my way home, always travel alone
and that dead n-gg- tryna take mine i’m on my way
strapped up like a dyk- b-tch, take a p-ssy n-gg- ice quick, that’s life sh-t
’cause these guns, they for show, boy 40 shoot your face
that’s your fro, boy, i’m letting n-gg-s know, boy
got this two way crib, you know my name, you know my game
and if you got a problem you know i serve my cane
and on the long way that you coming make sure you come with your thing
i’m not for the games, ok, switch subjects, i’m balling hard, these b-tches love me
i just f-ck ’em, they f-ck ‘me, i gotta get this money
robbing n-gg- for his cash and pay my ties on sunday
lord, should i be worried about karma? if i’m robbing sh-t to give you my dollars
‘and the furthest that i got was the stock room
screaming f-ck my boss, i’mma be home soon
same n-gg- used to slain weed, home room, hustle hard ’cause i gotta have a home to go home to
so tell me what i gotta lose, n-gg-
i’m on the block with my n-gg-s that’s down to pop a few hiccups
come about the f-cking jewels, n-gg-
every day we play the post like we sinning, we pray to god ’cause we sinners
we getting money like a jew, n-gg-
only a few n-gg-s that i trust, a few n-gg-s that will buzz
but still every time i ride i keep my 45 tucked down’
making my watch shine but still ain’t got the time rough
if it ain’t about money you seek us, when i was broke all you n-gg-s were f-cking with me
i die for what i own before a n-gg- take something from me
i did a lot of sh-t so i think karma coming for me
karma, how you doing? my name is joey, i like to blow trees from the east side
‘late drinking 40s, making music, the only option on me
still i ttg, leaving n-gg-s wholly
karma, i heard about you, you tryna f-ck me, i’m tryna f-ck you, too
you be f-cking everybody, girl, but i don’t give a f-ck tonight
i got my ham tucked tonight ‘the enemy shot the block up the other day’
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