Johnson Kid - Fitting in (feat. Racks Ynh)

Call me what you want but you will never call my broke
Why these niggaz laughing like a told a funny joke
I ain’t beefing with a nigga cause the shit is gettin old
You a lightweight how much liquor can you hold
You know me know me know me counting all these Benjamin’s
I’m on a higher level bitch you never fitting in
You know me know me know me counting all these Benjamin’s
I’m on a higher level bitch you never gettin in
I ain’t use to get it but I got it now
I be on the move I never hang around
Liquor got me gone I ain’t slowing down
Over for you niggaz don’t you make a sound
Niggaz not yo niggaz cause they talk behind yo back
But they pockets full of lint and you know I chase the sack
Goddamn what it do liquor in some Mountain Dew
Right here cruisin down the motherfucken Avenue
All I do is work so they better cut a check
I done doubled up my money cause I won a fucken bet
Like a watch nigga I get better with the time
Shit is for the birds nigga I ain’t got the time
Call me what you want but you will never call my broke
Why these niggaz laughing like a told a funny joke
I ain’t beefing with a nigga cause the shit is gettin old
You a lightweight how much liquor can you hold
You know me know me know me counting all these Benjamin’s
I’m on a higher level bitch you never fitting in
You know me know me know me counting all these Benjamin’s
I’m on a higher level bitch you never gettin in
Fuck the bullshit run it up, out the bottle no pourin up
Two steppin reppin throw it up, benjis chasin you broke as fuck
Bitches flock I ain’t gotta choose, like my vibe we in mood
Sack in I’m on the move, how you sliding without a tool
You want a seven Mike Vick, bop the money like Mitch
Got the drop back fo’, need another like six
Niggaz talkin ain’t bout it, rob who I doubt it
Shawty wet, fountain, buss it open no cappin
Remember days I ain’t have shit, I can show you that magic
Turnin nothin into somethin, run it up and get money
Roll it up and get blunted, 4 pluggs who call it
Jackson’s Grants and Benjis, when it come to money get plenty
Call me what you want but you will never call my broke
Why these niggaz laughing like a told a funny joke
I ain’t beefing with a nigga cause the shit is gettin old
You a lightweight how much liquor can you hold
You know me know me know me counting all these Benjamin’s
I’m on a higher level bitch you never fitting in
You know me know me know me counting all these Benjamin’s
I’m on a higher level bitch you never gettin in

Written by:
NRicco Johnson, Rell Drewitt

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