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stoney hoop - godfather lyrics

[verse 1]
gettin’ high as the ceiling
plottin’ up to a million
see the streets from my building
know i’m ready to get it
karma don’t wait for no witness
i was scr+pin’ the dishes
never ate in the kitchen
baby, i gotta get up and go, my n+ggas is waitin’
couple hours it’d take us
hustle all in my nature
now i’m back to the paper, back to the prophecy makers
really takin’ it further
never play with the burner
keep my focus on driven
they chose not to listen
so it’s back to the mission
i’m on the paper route
bumpin’ some souls of mischief
a 90s baby, listen
a black and white dеpiction
they prey on yo’ existеnce
i tried to show you different

[bridge]
but it’s back to the paper
avoid the slowin’ down
yeah, it’s back to the paper
it’s always goin’ down
yeah, it’s back to the paper
no time to check for stops
yeah, it’s back to the paper
’cause n+ggas hate a lot
[verse 2]
i had to switch the flow up
they bite so much i throw up
get your education right and go and get that dough up
hopefully you got a job and don’t resort to hold+ups
but if you in these streets thuggin’, my n+gga, just keep it on ya
you know they don’t love n0body, go out with honor
marijuana burn in my head like a sauna, this how i’m gonna
go out like one of the best to do it
the truest, and n+ggas still avoidin’ making music
he the rudest ruler, this brutus takin’ his knife out of julius caesar
and all the wack sh+t when my music hit
d+mn, now some haters is fans
last year they was hush but this year i’m the man
motherf+ckers d+ck ridin’ anybody they can
if we ain’t a real team i ain’t finna be down
smoking to that smokey robinson, that’s really my sound
couple months in new york before i fly to the ‘lant
making classics in brooklyn like big and his mans
this is real life, homie, ain’t no fib in my raps
i still pull up on my n+ggas any time that i’m home
mom tellin’ me she love me, bro passin’ me chrome
sis said you a one to one, i know that she know
that i would go until that n+gga making that dough
overachievin’, f+ck with my peoples and they do bleedin’
leave ’em speechless, stoney be jumpin’ out the speakers
n+ggas started peakin’, lookin’ weak and i ain’t even gettin’ started
f+ck it, i just keep going harder, uh

- stoney hoop lyrics

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