IRC-Galleria

IÂ’m on the block hustling for my milk ticket
me and my homies still kicking
Moneys is still wicked,
Catch them phoney ass niggas on the street naked
My enemies trying used bitches to break me
CanÂ’t none of these niggas canÂ’t shake me
Or knock my hustle; I refuse to trust my main
Homies cause I love them too much to say goodbye
And I rather die before these money come beetwin us
My enemies wanna see my click fall apart

IÂ’m on the street running my business and these niggas
Trying a take my kindness as a weakness
So I ask lord for my forgiveness
Forgive about sin I about to make