Pop In Late - CUT

I'm in the cut just like a bruise
Making decisions don't know what to do
Gotta plan it all out before
I make a move
I'm dat nigga, I can see into the future
Walk in the party like you go first
She said nah these niggas too thirsty
They don't deserve me
Bad attitude
She mean and flirty
Type of chick
That used to curve me
Brand new whip
I hop out swerving
Straight out the mud
Fill my cup up, fill it
Dirty, dirty, dirty
Ok
Everything I got lil bitch I earned
Outchea' making money
But that's none of your concern
Outchea' tryna be someone you not boy I'm concerned
Everything I care about I spend it or I burn
Hoe I'm slick back-like a perm
Need a bitch that catch my sperm
Got money to beat the case
Court adjourned
Nigga gone feel my bass
I spin my block like play my song
Singing my verse like Psalms
It's cold outside, baby gripping my arm
Nigga bring the heat, stay cool
Stay calm
Stay cool, stay calm
Digging me out
Loving my charm
How you buy a hand bag
You ain't buy a bag charm
He come with a gang
I come with an army
Word on my hood nobody will harm me
That nigga dead
That's not alarming
You know
I'm in the cut
I don't make the rules
Stacking up crowns
I need the jewels
Been there paid my dues
This life chose me
I did not choose
He want to battle
Show me the crew
He want to tattle
Singing the blues
Living my life for me
And not you
Everybody round me eat we not hungry
We get food
I just want to stack my money to the ceiling
Touch the roof
Came a long way
And it brought me to the booth
I don't need nobody trying tell me what to do
Notice that they all disappear
When you tell the truth
Niggas weird I don't really fear
None of these dudes
Put it on Neptune's beard
Drop your hoe defense
I used leer
Late night creepin' freaks and geeks
Girl, stop being childish let me speak
Call that boy skip, interrupting me
Im in the cut with BSG
Run up them bands
OJ speeding
Forgiato got me beatin'
And you already know what we on
Spend up the money
Until it get gone
You can't stay over girl
This ain't your home
Better get gone
You got to go
You got to go
I got goals, hoe
You got to go
You got to go
I got goals
I got goals, I can't trust a hoe
Not at all

Written by:
Matthew Daniels

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