OG Win - 941 Made (Radio Edit)
Diary of a black manYoung Nigga hit the streets with a trap on us
Young Nigga 13 with a strap on em
You gone make it to the league you could be something
You gone make it out the streets you could see something
Forgive me mama know it's tough for a black woman
Man this shit getting rough for a black woman
Start your own business you could be your own owner
I start my own label ima be my own owner
I'm knee deep in the game no one can save me
I remember the things the streets gave me
See they know that I'm wise that's why they praise me
Man I think I was 9 when I seen Haiti
I was changing the lives of trap babies
The shit that make the dope boys go crazy
See this money make my own kind hate me
Food stamps make the whole hood lazy
Look up to biggie and pac nas and jayz
See I was dicking they wives no bitches played me
I ain't met a chick yet that wouldn't date me
Boy I might be out here smashing your lady
See I'm one of a kind you can't replace me
I'm self made against the odds nobody made me
I get the feeling bread filling like a bakery
I'm in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastries
Talk money we could talk numbers
Niggas wanna talk bitches we done had slumbers
Trap all winter just to ball all summer
Trapped all winter just to go and ball on em
Niggas switch they won't even get a call from us
Hit the strip just the clique all road runners
Lied to the plug just to keep from going under
I refuse to let em treat me like a new comer
Uh uh slide on em
Uh uh vibe on em
Mosh pit flow then I dive on em
Niggas hate you most when you thrive on em
Bitches play you close when you strive on em
Uh uh glide on em
Uh uh ride on em
Facebook instagram live on em
Ain't loving these bitches why they be lying on em
I'm trusting my niggas I ain't relying on em
Graduate You still fucking broke hoes it's time to separate
You still hang with them joes it's time to elevate
I be standing ten toes before I navigate
I ain't worried bout foes I leave devastate
They can sense that I'm different I'm bout to levitate
I can't wait on y'all Niggas y'all bout to hesitate
Got the cross on me vision and I accelerate
Got the sauce on me dripping I let it marinate
Had to live and I learned it made me meditate
All the credit I earned no need to celebrate
I was waiting my turn I planned a great escape
Early bird get the worm and I was never late
Got a clique full of killers you niggas featherweight
I wash away your guerrillas now that's a bathing ape
I'm the king of the city you just affiliate
941 They gone hear me I let it resonate
Written by:
Winder Polynice
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