City McGritty - I'm Just Sayin', Pt. II

Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah

Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying

Niggas too emotional
Don't care for what they're going through
You joking cuzz, I'm focused up
Only thing I'm gonna do

Move stingy with this money
Make em say I'm acting funny
Most hated
But they still love me

I grew up in a place
Where sucker shitI, it couldn't fly
The way they popping pills
You swear this shit was do or die

Last breed of real
That came up out the Two Five
A gun up in your face
It's only god and you and I

My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, fuck debating

Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying

My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, fuck debating

Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying

Time ticking, I'm quiet
I watch face
She only fuck with bad boys
That double up like Mase

Money Makin Macc
Never fumbled with a pack
Money Makin Macc
Probably said I'd call her back

Nothing to talk about
I'm moving in a hurry now
Harlem shake it off
You really couldn't hurt me now

Been emotionless
Since they tried to murk me
As a youngin, had a shotgun
Before we had a 30

Ride for what
These niggas ain't gonna slide
Ride for what
These niggas ain't bonafide

Huh
Why you kick it with a rat
When you told me it's a fact
Probably told the jakes where I'm at

Birds of a feather
They flock in any weather
Don't need a scope
But my vision better

Yeah
I don't tell em where I'm going
They already know knowing
Why you think they tried to slow it

Pops was a hustler, got it off the beeper
If shorty a rider like moms, ima keep her
Ima need her like a heater in this cold world
Yeah, I'm just saying

My moms might hate it
My real niggas rate it
I'm out for the gwop
Bussin shots, fuck debating

Let a nigga get to baking
Something like the son of Satan
I'm just saying

Written by:
Tevin McNeil

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