Cmg Gio - My Way (feat. Big Henley)

I'm telling them that, I'm telling them this
I'm lying to myself and I got to confess
That I ain't no gangster, but I ain't no bitch
If you talk about me yo ass getting hit
With that fire or that smoke
Just listen up what you want?
I don't give a fuck about what you say
Cuz imma keep doing it my way
Hold up
Yea, yea
Imma keep doing it my way
Imma live life on the highway
Got these bitches tripping into my lane
All of these people are asking if my money's insane
I don't tell them a god damn thing
Cuz most of them are snake and are out for my bling
They saying I'm the one call them Mary Jane
I'm just riding through the 4
So don't act a fool when I blow instead of hitting yo door
And girl you know I only want one thang
I'm sorry baby! I can't give you no ring
I'm tired seeing all this violence going on
I'm tired of crying for the loved ones that are gone
Is anything going to change? Shit I hope
But I ain't going to hold anything back anymore
I'm just trynna thrive in this city
Man I ain't leaving you kidding
In a couple of years you gone to see me
Riding in Porsche's and Bentley's
But when I be asking if they've always been there for me they tell me no so they shit out of luck
Cuz I'm not about these fake people coming and asking for money they got be fucked up
I'm going to war wish me good luck
Body your ass put you in the truck
I'm skipping the beat and don't fuck
I'm switching my flow up so much you get stuck
People be hating I'm hogging the blunt
I'm tired of lying tell the truth up front
These bitches me crazy the out on a hunt
Got some shit on my chest just listen up
I'm just riding through the 4
So don't act up a fool when I blow instead of hitting yo door
I hop out the truck
We knuck if you buck
So you better count your days
Now you out of luck
I'm from the 4
Where every day not promised
Where most people are fake
I should call them snakes
It's best to get out my way
Cuz I got the key
Imma go on a spree
And I'm keeping the real ones beside me
Where people get jumped, just cuz they try to be honest, man I think that's ironic
Where the sun don't shine too bright
But god be my savior cuz I'm trynna live a better life
Every day I wake up it's another fight
Are you gone fold, Are you gone diminish
Got to be grimy sum like Dennis the menace
But I got to be strong so I can finish
Make it through the line
I'm running out of time
Trynna live right ain't doing no crimes
Got to get the dollar got to get the dollar sign
Got to stay up on my grind
Cuz I'm trynna shine
When I pull up on the scene everybody say Wow
He grinding like how
He got the money
Now he acting funny
Remember back in the day these females ain't want me
Some times yo blood can be snakes in the grass
That's why they can all kiss my ass

Written by:
Christian Morales- Garcia, Kevin Nickson, Micky Henley

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