9ten Mobb - Somebody Help Me
Hustling off these dirt roads got my Cutlass dirty money clean VVS everything wrist drowning rocking six rings running point for the dream team so you know I ball different level different move different mite fuck the same bitch but I hit different I essential Rona can’t knock the hustle too much money ran out of space haters hate to see you but they all in my face God’s grace sinning but I’m still winning momma praying because the devil busy this libation got me feeling dizzy Fendi glasses all gold in my Versace robe reading scriptures from the book of Jobe thinking is she heaven sent if not I repent getting head til my soul gone her weave help me hold on
Where will I go what will I go oh somebody help me now what will I do please
Somebody help me now right now
I thought money was the motive they trying to kill me like it’s COVID feel like the devil on my shoulders my angel tried from moving boulders weight on the world on my back I try reaching out for that I mark the target cause I’m black try reaching to my people they rather put it on Snap Chat about all of your problems soon as you turn your back say this world two faced too sweet too fake bout to blow her tracks out Donald Trump toupee say this doe I kick flip and skate away like Lupe now I’m out in Mexico probably Guadalupe pray to the lord yeah he know my heart this road I’m on shit is verry dark foot on my neck ain’t no getting up called out for help but they don’t give a fuck damn
Where will I go what will I go oh somebody help me now what will I do please
Somebody help me now right now
Alright all hale to the money like it came from Jesus I spend it so freely how I get it demon I’m addicted to the money get it like I’m feening then I take your main and throw it deep I’m Willie Beamen I’m on another level check out the diamond bezel I’m known for pumping bass and money talking treble diamonds dancing bitching flocking life is good to me niggas broke nigga hatting damn c’est la vie so we toten big guns we loading big drums time for the solo que percussions and I’m at the bando calling shots and I send’em to and they all over 21 they getting thru play your role and we all straight we all eat we all scrap the plate seven figures now we really talking spend a bag money running back Marshall Faulk
Written by:
ANTONIO SPEARS
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