They like, Ricky, how you do this shit
Can I get inside the crib before you even ask what we doin' shit
They only want the music, they don't even ask how I'm doin' shit
And bitch, that's a problem
You move like a fiend, yeah
Cause I'm tryna come up
Without servin' up any fiends, yeah
But you tryna run up
And I'm tryna stay on my feet, yeah
Niggas gon' try when you stay out the blue like a light
But I be on my steez, yeah
Can't talk about what I done, no
Cause snitchin' ain't never been really my league
One or two shots, I might hit three
Hop out the cut like no ID
I put my life in the hands of God
Don't put your life in the hands of G
I know my niggas is down to ride
Don't make me dump off your hands and feet
I'ma play this song while I do it
So I can go home, get a good night's sleep
Wake up and I check on my brother
Know that he can't sleep too
We tryna go get this money together
I go and call my momma
I know that she's strugglin
Lord, please help her
I ain't catchin' any Z's
The f*ck goin' on, am I losin' my mental
They like, Ricky, how you do this shit
Can I get inside the crib
Before you even ask what we doin' shit
They only want the music
They don't even ask how I'm doin' shit
And bitch, that's a problem
You move like a fiend, yeah
Cause I'm tryna come up
Without servin' up any fiends, yeah
But you tryna run up
And I'm tryna stay on my feet, yeah
Niggas gon' try when you stay out the blue like a light
But I be on my steez, yeah
Can't talk about what I done, no
Cause snitchin' ain't never been really my league
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They like, Ricky, how you do this shit
Can I get inside the crib before you even ask what we doin' shit
They only want the music, they don't even ask how I'm doin' shit
And bitch, that's a problem
You move like a fiend, yeah
Cause I'm tryna come up
Without servin' up any fiends, yeah
But you tryna run up
And I'm tryna stay on my feet, yeah
Niggas gon' try when you stay out the blue like a light
But I be on my steez, yeah
Can't talk about what I done, no
Cause snitchin' ain't never been really my league
One or two shots, I might hit three
Hop out the cut like no ID
I put my life in the hands of God
Don't put your life in the hands of G
I know my niggas is down to ride
Don't make me dump off your hands and feet
I'ma play this song while I do it
So I can go home, get a good night's sleep
Wake up and I check on my brother
Know that he can't sleep too
We tryna go get this money together
I go and call my momma
I know that she's strugglin
Lord, please help her
I ain't catchin' any Z's
The f*ck goin' on, am I losin' my mental
They like, Ricky, how you do this shit
Can I get inside the crib
Before you even ask what we doin' shit
They only want the music
They don't even ask how I'm doin' shit
And bitch, that's a problem
You move like a fiend, yeah
Cause I'm tryna come up
Without servin' up any fiends, yeah
But you tryna run up
And I'm tryna stay on my feet, yeah
Niggas gon' try when you stay out the blue like a light
But I be on my steez, yeah
Can't talk about what I done, no
Cause snitchin' ain't never been really my league
Can I get inside the crib before you even ask what we doin' shit
They only want the music, they don't even ask how I'm doin' shit
And bitch, that's a problem
You move like a fiend, yeah
Cause I'm tryna come up
Without servin' up any fiends, yeah
But you tryna run up
And I'm tryna stay on my feet, yeah
Niggas gon' try when you stay out the blue like a light
But I be on my steez, yeah
Can't talk about what I done, no
Cause snitchin' ain't never been really my league
One or two shots, I might hit three
Hop out the cut like no ID
I put my life in the hands of God
Don't put your life in the hands of G
I know my niggas is down to ride
Don't make me dump off your hands and feet
I'ma play this song while I do it
So I can go home, get a good night's sleep
Wake up and I check on my brother
Know that he can't sleep too
We tryna go get this money together
I go and call my momma
I know that she's strugglin
Lord, please help her
I ain't catchin' any Z's
The f*ck goin' on, am I losin' my mental
They like, Ricky, how you do this shit
Can I get inside the crib
Before you even ask what we doin' shit
They only want the music
They don't even ask how I'm doin' shit
And bitch, that's a problem
You move like a fiend, yeah
Cause I'm tryna come up
Without servin' up any fiends, yeah
But you tryna run up
And I'm tryna stay on my feet, yeah
Niggas gon' try when you stay out the blue like a light
But I be on my steez, yeah
Can't talk about what I done, no
Cause snitchin' ain't never been really my league
Writer: Ricardo Perez
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