Sam1kayy - Make My Own Way (feat. Fcg Heem)

It's on the floor
From my block to your block from my hood to your hood
The hood poet with Spray Da World
That shit goin slide fasho
Aye Heem we gotta talk to em on this one
Zat part gotta add a Z in front of that shit
I ain't ask for handouts
I had to make my own way
From the trenches to my hallway from the shellcase
I'm from the east I was trapping out of every hallway
I'm in this bih with Sam1kayy we quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
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Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
I think I'm addicted to her like a adderal
I don't care bout no hoes i done had em all
Yall was copping dueces when yall heard that we was after yall
Having Heart burns i been drinking too much alcohol
Sliding with them triples Z's imma dragon ball
Spray Da World i don't need no Friends toe tagging yall
I made thirty thousand i spent ten on only guns
You better find somebody who going i ain't the one
Momma crying look at me I'm growing up
On my second bottle of this remy got me throwing up
Any of my brothers call bitch you know I'm showing up
Chopper got me falling when i shoot its like i tote a truck
I ain't ask for handouts I had to make my own way
From the trenches to my hallway from the shellcase
I'm from the east I was trapping out of every hallway
I'm in this bih with Sam1kayy we quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
The whole gang grinding I know we goin touch a M a piece
All this ice on me you goin die tryna play with this piece
Finna go on tour I'm tryna take my Niggas out the streets
Know we them boys all them gold medals we ain't athletes
Don't do no talking load up and let em have it for real
Losing all my Niggas goin turn me to a savage for real
I put my hood on it be hard to express how I feel
Minimum wage this rapping shit change how we live
We ain't have nobody round when we was dying like Frazier
They tryna get that boy before they get their suit tailored
Know I made my momma proud her baby in the newspaper
I ain't ask for handouts I made a name without favors
I ain't ask for handouts I had to make my own way
From the trenches to my hallway from the shellcase
I'm from the east I was trapping out of every hallway
I'm in this bih with Sam1kayy we quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray
Quick to let this bih spray

Written by:
Samuel Jules

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