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do over don't - royal rumble lyrics

i be working no days off, my job’s done when ‘m paid off

[verse 1: aye malvone]
cold nights wearing no sweater to a new car and the seats leather
under cover just rolling by gotta watch out for the antennas
creased sneakers sittin on the bleachers i was busy countin’ up my d+mn cheddar
and you know i can brag different when i grew up i was never ass kissin’
had to sneak right out the kitchen felt like tom cruise on his last mission
people say i been acting distant say my bad i’m tryna chase a vision
stick ‘n move tryna get the blues ‘causе you know i gotta go and get ‘em all
thesе tattoos cuz of bad news my phone got a couple missed calls
my first one i was in the school heard moms crying right down the hall
i be moving way too strong ‘cause you know i gotta get my groove on
know i used to push the tucson, i+93 is what what i cruise on
posted up i’m in the burbs like retroville i’m jimmy neutron
money got me so motivated i was impatient living in the bas+m+nt
had to go and step my game up i’m ballin hard when i’m on the pavement
had to go and get my cake up ‘cause i was dead broke and complaining
had to loosen up the steering wheel when i speed i be losing my traction
i know some homies that be in the jails over dumb sh+t in they captions
i be working no days off my jobs done when i’m paid off
even when i be offset i’m tellin quavo we ‘boutta takeoff
this rap sh+ts my last shot like i’m tryna make it with the 8 ball
i’ll be there in like 20 minutes in the black whip and the windows tinted
tryna make like a few million for the new coupe with the roof missin’
i get to the bag and i never fumble and i beat the block like its royal rumble
in trouble i was duckin’ 12 i made it out and now i’m making double
birthdays were the worst days now my belt buckle say hermès
i’m never second, always first place ‘cause i always made it in the worst ways
[verse 2: lani3x]
know n+ggas they was thirteen when i seen ‘em catch they first case
got the first pick i’m the jets all them ls when they had adam gase
we was having ramen noodles wasn’t no food to eat
thinkin’ bout what it’s like to go and be in streets
tryna be at the top of this industry
all these f+ck n+ggas try and go and be like me
(like what the f+ck?)
real n+gga yeah i did this sh+t right off the muscle
you f+ck with us n+gga we gon’ have to get it tussle
i got silencers them b+tches right off the muzzle
i got silencers them b+tches right off the muzzle
flyin’ by, imma do a hunnid
all that bull sh+ttin’ get you k!lled for fake stuntin’
i know n+ggas get you gone for the price of nothin’
they flip the switch when i tell ‘em hit that green b+tton
money makin’ then that money turn to conversation
this rapping sh+t tryna make a new occupation
money spending then i takeoff i’m speed racing
shout them zoe’s out n+gga they my lil haitians

[verse 3]
run up on you pop you like it was some medication
i’m smoking on that real medication levitating
them n+ggas seeing me winning they always f+cking hating
i’m rolling up with carmine 6s, i ain’t talkin’ satan
after practice transactions we was money making
we was watching shottas tryna be like them jamaicans
only had cleats, then i bought a scale
i’m ducking cops avoiding cells i cannot be in jail
take all my losses as lessons, i can never fail
pray to the sky god got me so i’m gon’ prevail
n+ggas get gassed like sunoco then get hit with sh+lls
n+ggas say they cool but ain’t around when it come to bail
n+ggas wanna battle with me (hm) i wish em’ well
your shorty scratching on my back because i hit it well
and she gonna keep it low key, she don’t kiss and tell
b+tches all up on me ‘cause i rap and i sing well

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