Baby C4 - By Any Means

By any means ima get it
It's Either you win or you lose
By any means ima get it
So no i don't stick to the rules
By any means ima win it
No i don't got nothing to lose
The more that you sitting around do nothing the more money you bound to lose
Was taught to get up go hustle, The choice was you pick or you chose
I'm done keeping everything humble, Yea Bitch i want all the blues
The clothes, The jewelry, The shoes
This shit on my body is Rhude, Don't call if it aint about benjis
Success it don't come wit excuses
I hop on the metro and get in my jam this shit get to boomin
All them niggas i let go, Niggas switching they sides they picking and choosing
Now i'm hot as a reaper when i walk in the room this shit get to fuming
Otg we the hottest me and bro in that mode we steady recruiting
Chasing bands like a relay, But we treat the blicky like it's a baton
You gon have me on replay, Yea just like you watching the prime of Lebron
In my eyes it's no freeway, Had to fight on my road to becoming the don
Niggas wanting the world from me and beyond but when i need some they gone
So by any means ima get it without you, They turning they back and they doubt you
You gaining some wins they spinning again but ima still win it without you
I face all adversity i been homing my pain in my chest now it's safer
I'm done showing courtesy, I been loyal like dame bitch i feel a blazer
Some shit really hurted me, but fuck it im turning my pain into paper
Tryna turn everybody round me to greater, Tryna flip otg minor to major
Sipping on pain and no it's no chaser, Win for the team but this shit for my haters, And bitch i ain't neva gon fold on my bruddas ain't counting no favors
By any means ima get it
It's Either you win or you lose
By any means ima get it
So no i don't stick to the rules
By any means ima win it
No i don't got nothing to lose
The more that you sitting around do nothing the more money you bound to lose
Was taught to get up go hustle, The choice was you pick or you chose
I'm done keeping everything humble, Yea Bitch i want all the blues
The clothes, The jewelry, The shoes
This shit on my body is Rhude, Don't call if it aint about benjis
Success it don't come wit excuses

Written by:
Kevin Harris

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