d'shaun - ambition lyrics
[verse: d’shaun]
f-ck what
i been tryna get paid somen cray girl
know what i’m saying girl?
make bank
on some first and fifteen girl
i need it all
cuss my n-ggas got needs now
i’ll hold you up
if you always hold me down
and a n-gga been
tryna chase dreams too
so i beseech you
show me what that thing do
city on my back
tryna be the one that breakthrough
when they see you out
it’s all love but they hate you
n-ggas was n-ggas
all them n-ggas all missing
maybe i was too focused
maybe my sh-t was the issue
i been busy contemplating
a n-gga decision making
i been focused on the real
i’m too real for the faking
but f-ck it
this what we made of
a n-gga shoes laced up
out here tryna ball
i need a raise no pay cuts
know a pretty girl
face down in the lace front
n-gga make her blush
like a lighter shade of makeup
this time around
i need a lot more than last time
teller good game
then i smack her on the back side
_____ got that act right
if n-ggas cannot act right
out here flipping raps
n-gga tryna get his cash right
sipping on the slow
all my n-ggas live the fast life
i just do this sh-t
like i did it in a past life
[hook]
i’ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get it
she gone do the do just for a n-gga
we gone get it all we on a wave
f-ck what, f-ck what, haters gotta say
i’ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get it
she gone do the do just for a n-gga
we gone get it all we on a wave
f-ck what, f-ck what
i been tryna get paid something cray girl
(x3)
[hook]
look
i’ma hustle, flip it, stack it, get to it
used to play my cousin saga genesis
when i start the engine, i’ma finish em
they gone need a 100 times 10 of em
all my n-ggas strapped like its velcro
used to move the pack at the valero
used to hit the b-tch out in tetro
drank gone lean me to the side like kangol
i just really, really wanna bankroll
gotta army, finna cop the tank though
she love jesus, she my little angel
blow me out like birthday birthday candles
all my n-ggas drug dealers and vandals
all my b-tches big shirts and sandals
come see me and shop with me like randall’s
chopper, chopper have a temper tantrum
i’m just posted proper, looking handsome
balling on her man like a and-one
pack came sealed up air tight like canned goods
bust up on the scene like a handgun
n-ggas need rollie’s
and hoes need extensions
my phone ring like
nba championships
took a hit of the spliff
now i’m high as a blimp
no the world is not yours
it’s just me and my n-ggas’
it don’t get no realer
a pocket a scrilla
a roll of that k!ller
and my b-tch manila
my city got nana clips
for them guerrillas
machine guns and techs
for your gangs and militias
i play my position
and move like a bishop
get love from the bloods
all the gd’s and crips
yo the kid been on point
here’s the point, just don’t miss it
you n-ggas not living
the sh-t you be spitting but
[hook]
[outro]
“rrrrrrrrrrylty sh-t
ya know what i’m saying
my young n-gga lil said tell these n-ggas
we, we, we don’t try we execute
ya know what i’m saying?
and n-ggas try. n-ggas try
we execute
ya know what i’m saying? yeah”
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