Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
I don't miss no meals
Like I don't miss no niggaz
I was still that bitch
When I was piss poor nigga
Now the wrist go flicker
Pour up a bit more liquor
Toast up and sip mo with ya
Post up and get doe nigga
Yeah
Contraband contraband contraband
My niggaz throw rocks
Never hide they hand
Bitch it's my turn
Like a ceiling fan
My son gotta eat
I'ma kill a man
Killer man back him down
Smoking on that Mayweather Pacquiao
Watch your tone and your hand gestures
I'm in my zone with the ancestors
Keep it moving like a uber ride
I told him scoop me
Then we scooba dive
From the Zulu to Aruba tribe
Nigga you knew I'ma do or die
Suicide
If they test the muvah
F*ck the fake
Cause the rest a lover
Work the winter
Just to flex the summer
Whip it flip it
Get a extra number
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
That feeling when your man plotting
Laughing and pocket watching
Watching my back
In the streets
Ain't no bird boxing
Gotta stack richest
That broke shit get suspicious
But I gotta stay high
Like playoff tickets
In the dmv
Thats where I'm post to be
Bagging that food
No groceries
Don't be approaching me
Hold your composure g
Find your ass chilling
Where the croakers be
I'm with a real Queen
That's a real team
Real drugs
Will make a real fiend
Crime scene
Will never ride clean
Niggaz gonna test you
Like drug screens
Big cream
But we gone stay scheming
You playing
Just like my offspring
I'm a Animal
I might dismantle you
That wave ain't sonic
It'll damage you
I'm a fool my nigga
Ain't no fooling me
Been going through some things it ain't ruin me
Make a profit see
Im speaking logically
This the art of motivation
Ain't no stopping me
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
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Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
I don't miss no meals
Like I don't miss no niggaz
I was still that bitch
When I was piss poor nigga
Now the wrist go flicker
Pour up a bit more liquor
Toast up and sip mo with ya
Post up and get doe nigga
Yeah
Contraband contraband contraband
My niggaz throw rocks
Never hide they hand
Bitch it's my turn
Like a ceiling fan
My son gotta eat
I'ma kill a man
Killer man back him down
Smoking on that Mayweather Pacquiao
Watch your tone and your hand gestures
I'm in my zone with the ancestors
Keep it moving like a uber ride
I told him scoop me
Then we scooba dive
From the Zulu to Aruba tribe
Nigga you knew I'ma do or die
Suicide
If they test the muvah
F*ck the fake
Cause the rest a lover
Work the winter
Just to flex the summer
Whip it flip it
Get a extra number
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
That feeling when your man plotting
Laughing and pocket watching
Watching my back
In the streets
Ain't no bird boxing
Gotta stack richest
That broke shit get suspicious
But I gotta stay high
Like playoff tickets
In the dmv
Thats where I'm post to be
Bagging that food
No groceries
Don't be approaching me
Hold your composure g
Find your ass chilling
Where the croakers be
I'm with a real Queen
That's a real team
Real drugs
Will make a real fiend
Crime scene
Will never ride clean
Niggaz gonna test you
Like drug screens
Big cream
But we gone stay scheming
You playing
Just like my offspring
I'm a Animal
I might dismantle you
That wave ain't sonic
It'll damage you
I'm a fool my nigga
Ain't no fooling me
Been going through some things it ain't ruin me
Make a profit see
Im speaking logically
This the art of motivation
Ain't no stopping me
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
I don't miss no meals
Like I don't miss no niggaz
I was still that bitch
When I was piss poor nigga
Now the wrist go flicker
Pour up a bit more liquor
Toast up and sip mo with ya
Post up and get doe nigga
Yeah
Contraband contraband contraband
My niggaz throw rocks
Never hide they hand
Bitch it's my turn
Like a ceiling fan
My son gotta eat
I'ma kill a man
Killer man back him down
Smoking on that Mayweather Pacquiao
Watch your tone and your hand gestures
I'm in my zone with the ancestors
Keep it moving like a uber ride
I told him scoop me
Then we scooba dive
From the Zulu to Aruba tribe
Nigga you knew I'ma do or die
Suicide
If they test the muvah
F*ck the fake
Cause the rest a lover
Work the winter
Just to flex the summer
Whip it flip it
Get a extra number
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
That feeling when your man plotting
Laughing and pocket watching
Watching my back
In the streets
Ain't no bird boxing
Gotta stack richest
That broke shit get suspicious
But I gotta stay high
Like playoff tickets
In the dmv
Thats where I'm post to be
Bagging that food
No groceries
Don't be approaching me
Hold your composure g
Find your ass chilling
Where the croakers be
I'm with a real Queen
That's a real team
Real drugs
Will make a real fiend
Crime scene
Will never ride clean
Niggaz gonna test you
Like drug screens
Big cream
But we gone stay scheming
You playing
Just like my offspring
I'm a Animal
I might dismantle you
That wave ain't sonic
It'll damage you
I'm a fool my nigga
Ain't no fooling me
Been going through some things it ain't ruin me
Make a profit see
Im speaking logically
This the art of motivation
Ain't no stopping me
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Three stars
Two stripes
Few scars
One life
Took alot just to get here nigga
Niggaz hating on the grind
And I don't feel that nigga
Writer: Fershgenet Melaku, Robbie Hicks
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid