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PSYKE P - SAY WAT U WANT (feat. KANO DAMAINO) Lyrics




Say what you wanna say about me, you just mad cause you ain't this
If I fall out with a nigga, it won't be about a bitch
Lil homie hit him with a dungeon, other nigga had a switch
It don't matter what you got, it's all about who moving quick

I'm out here grinding for my riches, ain't my fault that you ain't this
I wake up just to turn up, it ain't hard to tell that I be lit
Lost my mind when I lost nappa, I keep going, ion quick
Sometimes I be like, f*ck this shit, let's hit the trap go get some bricks

If you ain't talking bout no money, then your convo don't exist
Gotta stay away from bars, but I keep putting them in a brisk
Make my money, put it up and stack it, I don't order kicks
If you got beef in your opp, breathing, hope you know your life at risk

We do business like a mob, ain't no pulling stunts or tricks
I be wiggling by myself, I can't maneuver with no clicks
If she start talking shit, I cut her off that nagging and make me sick
Niggas say they keep that fire, but really meant to say a Bic

Everybody wanna judge, like we all don't make mistakes
You know I would never budge, I rotate just like some skates
I keep grinding, I keep hustling, I do this in different states
Trying to rack it up and count it up, then stack it like some crates

I don't listen to these niggas, I go check it out myself
Niggas beef you up, then eat you up, stay focused on your wealth
Lost so many real niggas, like I'm out here by myself
How you f*ck over with me? Then turn around and ask me for some help

Say what you wanna say about me, you just mad cause you ain't this
If I fall out with a nigga, it won't be about a bitch
Lil homie hit him with a dungeon, other nigga had a switch
It don't matter what you got, it's all about who moving quick

I'm out here grinding for my riches, ain't my fault that you ain't this
I wake up just to turn up, it ain't hard to tell that I be lit
Lost my mind when I lost Nappa, I keep going, I don't quit
Sometimes I be like, f*ck this shit, let's hit the trap, go get some bricks

Let's get it popping, see they watching, who the f*ck is this
Break down a brick, hit them trenches, do a zip for zip
They talking slick, riding dick, niggas ain't shit
They pop my shit without a click and keep a full clip

A nigga flinching like he with it, just know he can get it
I'm bout that business, it get ignited, f*ck that fake kicking
This how we living, I ain't tripping, niggas and they feelings
If niggas with me, ain't against me, I shouldn't feel envied

They dodging crosses, taking losses, haters feeling salty
You ain't a boss, unless you walking, what the f*ck you talking
They out your thugging and you hustling where the money at,
Don't play no tit for tat with niggas out your being rats

They holding on, on home, then you're grown, grown
Staying blown, ain't wrong, smoking from a bone
And where we from, mothers mourn over dead sons
They sucking plums from them slums, got me greasing palms

Say what you wanna say about me, you just mad cause you ain't this
If I fall out with a nigga, it won't be about a bitch
Lil homie hit him with a dungeon, other nigga had to switch
It don't matter what you got, it's all about who moving quick

I'm out here grinding for my riches, ain't my fault that you ain't this
I wake up just to turn up, it ain't hard to tell that I be lit
Lost my mind when I lost nappa, but I keep going ion quick
Sometimes I be like, f*ck this shit, let's hit the trap, go get some bricks
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Say what you wanna say about me, you just mad cause you ain't this
If I fall out with a nigga, it won't be about a bitch
Lil homie hit him with a dungeon, other nigga had a switch
It don't matter what you got, it's all about who moving quick

I'm out here grinding for my riches, ain't my fault that you ain't this
I wake up just to turn up, it ain't hard to tell that I be lit
Lost my mind when I lost nappa, I keep going, ion quick
Sometimes I be like, f*ck this shit, let's hit the trap go get some bricks

If you ain't talking bout no money, then your convo don't exist
Gotta stay away from bars, but I keep putting them in a brisk
Make my money, put it up and stack it, I don't order kicks
If you got beef in your opp, breathing, hope you know your life at risk

We do business like a mob, ain't no pulling stunts or tricks
I be wiggling by myself, I can't maneuver with no clicks
If she start talking shit, I cut her off that nagging and make me sick
Niggas say they keep that fire, but really meant to say a Bic

Everybody wanna judge, like we all don't make mistakes
You know I would never budge, I rotate just like some skates
I keep grinding, I keep hustling, I do this in different states
Trying to rack it up and count it up, then stack it like some crates

I don't listen to these niggas, I go check it out myself
Niggas beef you up, then eat you up, stay focused on your wealth
Lost so many real niggas, like I'm out here by myself
How you f*ck over with me? Then turn around and ask me for some help

Say what you wanna say about me, you just mad cause you ain't this
If I fall out with a nigga, it won't be about a bitch
Lil homie hit him with a dungeon, other nigga had a switch
It don't matter what you got, it's all about who moving quick

I'm out here grinding for my riches, ain't my fault that you ain't this
I wake up just to turn up, it ain't hard to tell that I be lit
Lost my mind when I lost Nappa, I keep going, I don't quit
Sometimes I be like, f*ck this shit, let's hit the trap, go get some bricks

Let's get it popping, see they watching, who the f*ck is this
Break down a brick, hit them trenches, do a zip for zip
They talking slick, riding dick, niggas ain't shit
They pop my shit without a click and keep a full clip

A nigga flinching like he with it, just know he can get it
I'm bout that business, it get ignited, f*ck that fake kicking
This how we living, I ain't tripping, niggas and they feelings
If niggas with me, ain't against me, I shouldn't feel envied

They dodging crosses, taking losses, haters feeling salty
You ain't a boss, unless you walking, what the f*ck you talking
They out your thugging and you hustling where the money at,
Don't play no tit for tat with niggas out your being rats

They holding on, on home, then you're grown, grown
Staying blown, ain't wrong, smoking from a bone
And where we from, mothers mourn over dead sons
They sucking plums from them slums, got me greasing palms

Say what you wanna say about me, you just mad cause you ain't this
If I fall out with a nigga, it won't be about a bitch
Lil homie hit him with a dungeon, other nigga had to switch
It don't matter what you got, it's all about who moving quick

I'm out here grinding for my riches, ain't my fault that you ain't this
I wake up just to turn up, it ain't hard to tell that I be lit
Lost my mind when I lost nappa, but I keep going ion quick
Sometimes I be like, f*ck this shit, let's hit the trap, go get some bricks
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Writer: RODNEY THOMAS, TALIB HANNAH
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