That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
Yeah, That's what's up
Gotta make it to the money man I'm kinda rush
Walk and talk, but really you're killing all my buzz
Introduced myself to your chick but she knew who it was
She was light years ahead on the woody im calling her buzz
I ain't talking venues talking tours
Asking God like please just open doors
But he said the choice ain't mine it's yours
I just gave you tools now do the chores
I'm so wavy I reside on shores
Told her baby girl what's mine is yours
I got the most but I got heart
I ain't academic I'm in arts
Climbing up the richter climbing ladders
She be snaking round the my gram if I go add her
I ain't rapping for the likes or the banter, black Montana, swift d slanger
Never in the slammer but my penmanship will go write me a banger
I'm bubbly like Fanta, my presence is a present so maybe I'm Santa, shit
Rolling late night was cool, hanging around with the crew
Having like nothing to do, that shit was back in days
Now I don't know what the sun does
Writing from morning to night cuz
Didn't believe in the vision
Now they all act like they like us
I can't rely on a writer
My lyrics express my emotion
I'm putting the music in motion
I'm wavy I wave at the ocean
The real ones gon die for the set
The phonies gonna turn to your foes
My niggas have turned to my bros
Im real down to earth like my toes
I'm real down to earth like my feet
I keep it 300 like Greek
You can't see success with your eyes
But If you go search you will see...
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
Paque - Kingdom of God Lyrics
Paque - Kingdom of God Lyrics
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That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
Yeah, That's what's up
Gotta make it to the money man I'm kinda rush
Walk and talk, but really you're killing all my buzz
Introduced myself to your chick but she knew who it was
She was light years ahead on the woody im calling her buzz
I ain't talking venues talking tours
Asking God like please just open doors
But he said the choice ain't mine it's yours
I just gave you tools now do the chores
I'm so wavy I reside on shores
Told her baby girl what's mine is yours
I got the most but I got heart
I ain't academic I'm in arts
Climbing up the richter climbing ladders
She be snaking round the my gram if I go add her
I ain't rapping for the likes or the banter, black Montana, swift d slanger
Never in the slammer but my penmanship will go write me a banger
I'm bubbly like Fanta, my presence is a present so maybe I'm Santa, shit
Rolling late night was cool, hanging around with the crew
Having like nothing to do, that shit was back in days
Now I don't know what the sun does
Writing from morning to night cuz
Didn't believe in the vision
Now they all act like they like us
I can't rely on a writer
My lyrics express my emotion
I'm putting the music in motion
I'm wavy I wave at the ocean
The real ones gon die for the set
The phonies gonna turn to your foes
My niggas have turned to my bros
Im real down to earth like my toes
I'm real down to earth like my feet
I keep it 300 like Greek
You can't see success with your eyes
But If you go search you will see...
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
Yeah, That's what's up
Gotta make it to the money man I'm kinda rush
Walk and talk, but really you're killing all my buzz
Introduced myself to your chick but she knew who it was
She was light years ahead on the woody im calling her buzz
I ain't talking venues talking tours
Asking God like please just open doors
But he said the choice ain't mine it's yours
I just gave you tools now do the chores
I'm so wavy I reside on shores
Told her baby girl what's mine is yours
I got the most but I got heart
I ain't academic I'm in arts
Climbing up the richter climbing ladders
She be snaking round the my gram if I go add her
I ain't rapping for the likes or the banter, black Montana, swift d slanger
Never in the slammer but my penmanship will go write me a banger
I'm bubbly like Fanta, my presence is a present so maybe I'm Santa, shit
Rolling late night was cool, hanging around with the crew
Having like nothing to do, that shit was back in days
Now I don't know what the sun does
Writing from morning to night cuz
Didn't believe in the vision
Now they all act like they like us
I can't rely on a writer
My lyrics express my emotion
I'm putting the music in motion
I'm wavy I wave at the ocean
The real ones gon die for the set
The phonies gonna turn to your foes
My niggas have turned to my bros
Im real down to earth like my toes
I'm real down to earth like my feet
I keep it 300 like Greek
You can't see success with your eyes
But If you go search you will see...
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
That's enough
Gotta make it I be sitting here living too rough
Don't holla if it ain't about serious stuff
All my niggas gon eat we gon eat to the crust
That's word
Writer: Peter Masambuku
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music