From the recording Sorry No More Musix

Produced by: Beatbusta

Lyrics

N***** trippin’ on the low (oh)
I can’t never sale my soul (oh)
Gettin’ money that’s fasho (oh)
I be at it like where the hoes
N***** talkin’ like they got it but it never be (aye)
Shawty get mad but she never leave (aye)
Keep it one hunnid, yeah it better be (aye)
I’m out the gutta that’s the devil street (aye)


How you want it I got it
People frontin’ like it’s all for a profit
You talkin’ and watchin’
Never got it when I really see ya
People actin’ like they really need ya
I pull up
Shawty been actin’ different
Why bother with the shit, I’m grindin’ like somethin’ missin’
I was raised on the strip but I was never strippin’
I can show you a good time but never was I trickin’
Y’all n***** doing the most
For that bread, n***** a give you the toast respect the game
For that power they turn Tariq
Have you swervin’ in the streets and dodgin’ all the police (faded)
Sippin’ on that Belaire
Rose in my cup, I’m just tryin’ get my fair share
Tighten up my n****, its where it’s at
CMR click, I’m heavy and that’s a fact.



N***** trippin’ on the low (oh)
I can’t never sale my soul (oh)
Gettin’ money that’s fasho (oh)
I be at it like where the hoes
N***** talkin’ like they got it but it never be (aye)
Shawty get mad but she never leave (aye)
Keep it one hunnid, yeah it better be (aye)
I’m out the gutta that’s the devil street (aye)



The city what I’m reppin’ (Cleveland)
Fuck your discretion, I’m at it dog I be blessed wit
Shit that you gotta fake
And shawty ain’t gotta wait
She just tell me what she feelin’
Like baby just go and get it
Speaking of the facts, been at it since a youngin’
Right out of that dungeon where n***** murder for nothin’
And pride a get you killed
By thinkin’ this shit ain’t real
You can walk these streets playin’
Some people a make you chill
I know, I know, I know
You feel a type a way
I can tell, how you type behind that page
But you thuggin’ tho (it’s like)
Pour me a shot make sure you double up (and like)
Shawty a thot watch who you double clutch
Fearing nothin’, It is what it is
Its like my time comin’, if it is then it is
Grindin’ for that paper, some bitches be catchin’ vapors
I’m just tryin’ close the deal, I turn into Don Draper



N***** trippin’ on the low (oh)
I can’t never sale my soul (oh)
Gettin’ money that’s fasho (oh)
I be at it like where the hoes
N***** talkin’ like they got it but it never be (aye)
Shawty get mad but she never leave (aye)
Keep it one hunnid, yeah it better be (aye)
I’m out the gutta that’s the devil street (aye)