Always
Big shit rolling and it's rolling my way
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
The reason why they pressed, is cuz I always press the issue
Progression in my lessons by the favors that I don't do
Cut off the food supply then niggas start to turn against you
Relations propagated on conditions based on misuse
Ugh, yea
Keep ya two cents
This what I do bitch
I tie these loose ends
Then step on you...
I'm so tired of f*cking people and their f*cking feelings
These f*cking children always worried bout the next one business
Don't call me friend, I'm not your friend no I don't trust you niggas
The only gratitude extended is this middle finger
I dont do pretending, hey
Don't comply with fakes, hey
Cuz niggas turn to snitches
But who's the one to blame
You out of sight out of mind
So get the f*ck out the way
Can't worry bout what you do
I got enough on my plate
Bitch I got nothing to lose
So I'ma get it my way
You wear that leash called a noose
Well this the part where you hang
I do what I want, I do what I want
While you do what you can, aye
Please don't bite the hand, aye
That feed you, you'll starve, hey, hey, hey, hey
You'll get stepped on
Come correct hoe
Yea on that note
Stick to the code Never fold always
Gettin to the money, counting dough always
I got bank, bank, bank, bank roll always
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
I got big shit going, and its going my way
Stick to the code, never fold thats the notion always
I keep it rollin, kill em slowly, Im in motion Mac Dre
Chocolate nigga wrapped in gold on my Ferrero Rocher
Think I'm addressing the elephant, always
Most of you niggas irrelevant, always
What you don't have is the leverage, always
Fake niggas we don't let em in
That's a detriment to my development
I'm going places I have never been
I can't let you leeches peddle in
These affairs you cannot meddle in
Back, back, back
Now back up
I been tryna run the bag up
Got these niggas throwing tantrums
Calling shots no And One
Hold up, wait, yeah
I brake that bitch more than your car
Take no shit what I was taught
I just finish, what you start
Mind yo business, play your part
You out of sight out of mind
So get the f*ck out the way
Can't worry bout what you do
I got enough on my plate
Bitch I got nothing to lose
So I'ma get it my way
You wear that leash called a noose
Well this the part where you hang
I do what I want, I do what I want
While you do what you can, aye
Please don't bite the hand, aye
That feed you, you'll starve, hey, hey, hey, hey
You'll get stepped on
Come correct hoe
Yea on that note
Stick to the code Never fold always
Gettin to the money, counting dough always
I got bank, bank, bank, bank roll always
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
Always Video (MV)
Performed By: Cjowen$
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Craig Alan Owens, David John Vanacore, John James Lazaroff
Cjowen$ - Always Lyrics
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Always
Big shit rolling and it's rolling my way
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
The reason why they pressed, is cuz I always press the issue
Progression in my lessons by the favors that I don't do
Cut off the food supply then niggas start to turn against you
Relations propagated on conditions based on misuse
Ugh, yea
Keep ya two cents
This what I do bitch
I tie these loose ends
Then step on you...
I'm so tired of f*cking people and their f*cking feelings
These f*cking children always worried bout the next one business
Don't call me friend, I'm not your friend no I don't trust you niggas
The only gratitude extended is this middle finger
I dont do pretending, hey
Don't comply with fakes, hey
Cuz niggas turn to snitches
But who's the one to blame
You out of sight out of mind
So get the f*ck out the way
Can't worry bout what you do
I got enough on my plate
Bitch I got nothing to lose
So I'ma get it my way
You wear that leash called a noose
Well this the part where you hang
I do what I want, I do what I want
While you do what you can, aye
Please don't bite the hand, aye
That feed you, you'll starve, hey, hey, hey, hey
You'll get stepped on
Come correct hoe
Yea on that note
Stick to the code Never fold always
Gettin to the money, counting dough always
I got bank, bank, bank, bank roll always
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
I got big shit going, and its going my way
Stick to the code, never fold thats the notion always
I keep it rollin, kill em slowly, Im in motion Mac Dre
Chocolate nigga wrapped in gold on my Ferrero Rocher
Think I'm addressing the elephant, always
Most of you niggas irrelevant, always
What you don't have is the leverage, always
Fake niggas we don't let em in
That's a detriment to my development
I'm going places I have never been
I can't let you leeches peddle in
These affairs you cannot meddle in
Back, back, back
Now back up
I been tryna run the bag up
Got these niggas throwing tantrums
Calling shots no And One
Hold up, wait, yeah
I brake that bitch more than your car
Take no shit what I was taught
I just finish, what you start
Mind yo business, play your part
You out of sight out of mind
So get the f*ck out the way
Can't worry bout what you do
I got enough on my plate
Bitch I got nothing to lose
So I'ma get it my way
You wear that leash called a noose
Well this the part where you hang
I do what I want, I do what I want
While you do what you can, aye
Please don't bite the hand, aye
That feed you, you'll starve, hey, hey, hey, hey
You'll get stepped on
Come correct hoe
Yea on that note
Stick to the code Never fold always
Gettin to the money, counting dough always
I got bank, bank, bank, bank roll always
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
Big shit rolling and it's rolling my way
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
The reason why they pressed, is cuz I always press the issue
Progression in my lessons by the favors that I don't do
Cut off the food supply then niggas start to turn against you
Relations propagated on conditions based on misuse
Ugh, yea
Keep ya two cents
This what I do bitch
I tie these loose ends
Then step on you...
I'm so tired of f*cking people and their f*cking feelings
These f*cking children always worried bout the next one business
Don't call me friend, I'm not your friend no I don't trust you niggas
The only gratitude extended is this middle finger
I dont do pretending, hey
Don't comply with fakes, hey
Cuz niggas turn to snitches
But who's the one to blame
You out of sight out of mind
So get the f*ck out the way
Can't worry bout what you do
I got enough on my plate
Bitch I got nothing to lose
So I'ma get it my way
You wear that leash called a noose
Well this the part where you hang
I do what I want, I do what I want
While you do what you can, aye
Please don't bite the hand, aye
That feed you, you'll starve, hey, hey, hey, hey
You'll get stepped on
Come correct hoe
Yea on that note
Stick to the code Never fold always
Gettin to the money, counting dough always
I got bank, bank, bank, bank roll always
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
I got big shit going, and its going my way
Stick to the code, never fold thats the notion always
I keep it rollin, kill em slowly, Im in motion Mac Dre
Chocolate nigga wrapped in gold on my Ferrero Rocher
Think I'm addressing the elephant, always
Most of you niggas irrelevant, always
What you don't have is the leverage, always
Fake niggas we don't let em in
That's a detriment to my development
I'm going places I have never been
I can't let you leeches peddle in
These affairs you cannot meddle in
Back, back, back
Now back up
I been tryna run the bag up
Got these niggas throwing tantrums
Calling shots no And One
Hold up, wait, yeah
I brake that bitch more than your car
Take no shit what I was taught
I just finish, what you start
Mind yo business, play your part
You out of sight out of mind
So get the f*ck out the way
Can't worry bout what you do
I got enough on my plate
Bitch I got nothing to lose
So I'ma get it my way
You wear that leash called a noose
Well this the part where you hang
I do what I want, I do what I want
While you do what you can, aye
Please don't bite the hand, aye
That feed you, you'll starve, hey, hey, hey, hey
You'll get stepped on
Come correct hoe
Yea on that note
Stick to the code Never fold always
Gettin to the money, counting dough always
I got bank, bank, bank, bank roll always
Bullshit hit my line, I decline always
Writer: Craig Alan Owens, David John Vanacore, John James Lazaroff
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid