Standin on

F*ck what you standing on I'll kick it from your feet You the one who run your mouth You the one I can't believe I put my faith within the weak Because that shit made them stronger What you know bout being broke Starving in the gutter Are fears we couldn't utter This pain done turn to suffer Break bread or you the Suppa And that's the words from mother I can't over look the truth We was hanging like a tooth Till they put you in that grave Then I went and lost mind This the frontline Really from the bottom so it crunch time Running up a bag So I'm skippin over lunch time Don't play about my skrilla you gone lay if it's about mine Brodie turnt me up I pop my shit Yea it's my time All these Niggas hating Bitches jaded F*ck you pay me Un All these people shady Don't try to play Ima lightcha up Always rep my city Plus my hood Ima throw it up Never leave my brother Gotta problem Then you know wats up I hopped up out of bed and turn my swag on All these bitches flocking Yeeeaaa I put that shit on I'm step on neck You won't catch a final breath I put that pussy shit to rest You know I'm all about a check F*ck what you standing on I'll kick it from your feet You the one who run your mouth You the one I can't believe I put my faith within the weak Because that shit made them stronger What you know bout being broke Starving in the gutter Are fears we couldn't utter This pain done turn to suffer Break bread or you the Suppa And that's the words from mother I can't over look the truth We was hanging like a tooth Till they put you in that grave Then I went and lost mind This Rollie can't speed the time So it's still free da guys This moment I capitalize I let em talk and criticize I Know it's hard to be the man But to a king that's a prize And I got it in my eyes That's why the real f*ck with me Hit my line I'm ready to go And all the smoke get ventilated Hit my line talking some hoes Then all them hoes get penetrated Hit my line you say you got bows Then I need em segregated 50s 20s 10s Plus some hunnits I keep em separated Doing the dash Hope I don't crash She shaking that ass I'm throwing this cash She riding it good I'm blowing her back Smoking these traxs Got me relaxed F*ck Damn I think relapse Hold up Wait Running the track This is for Zack this is for Cody This for my city This to who owe me