Tommy TK - Can't Lose

100 stack on me, won't find no dubs Gang really with it, we don't act tough
And when they see me, they get mad as fuck Cause they can't stop me, I'm too turnt up
All my pockets full when I'm comin' extended clip on me when I step
How the fuck you broke, don't make no money? Left my bitch at the crib and brought a tech
You should go inside when we outside With my apes in the cut, it's a scary scene
And I don't like to talk when I'm outside Why you think I walk around with a tech on me
Everybody know I'm good, don't gotta check on me Everybody know I'm with it, don't flex on me
he stuntin' on me, got robbed Gettin' money, that's my motherfuckin' job
Gettin' money, yeah, that's all we like to do It's not who you know, it's what you do
It's not what you know, it's what you can prove Got beat up in the stu, started cryin' in the booth
He got a gun, started cryin', couldn't shoot Ain't nothin' wrong with that, get a job, stay in school
They didn't wanna see me win, but I couldn't go lose Graduated from the streets, had to go and pay my dues
I just talk real shit, on the beat, don't need a hook And my bitch so bad, she don't even need to cook
And my brother did him bad, till his day still shook I could buy a house with all the things that we took
I could do it all with some gloves and a mask I ain't never gon' tell, so why the fuck you still ask
Garbage ass rapper, throw his body in the trash All black fit, but I got Gucci on my ass
Active right now, I ain't givin' out no pass If you touch the wrong person, then we cuttin' off your hands
We don't cause a scene, we don't really do the act Goodfella, we gon' smile at you and get you whacked
Goodfella, we gon' smile at you and get you whacked
Goodfella, we gon' smile at you and get you whacked
Hunnid stack on me, won't find no dubs Gang really with it, we don't act tough
And when they see me, they get mad as fuck Cause they can't stop me, I'm too turnt up
All my pockets full when I'm comin' extended clip on me when I step
How the fuck you broke, don't make no money Left my bitch at the crib and bought a tech
You should go inside, when we outside With my apes in the cut, it's a scary scene
And I don't like to talk when I'm outside Why you think I walk around with a tech on me
Everybody know I'm good, don't gotta check on me Everybody know I'm with it, don't flex on me
He stuntin' on me, got robbed Gettin' money, that's my motherfuckin' job

Written by:
Sako Marzvanian

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