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Hate To SayBusy busy, yeah my lifestyles busyAir Force Ones, old school blade ridin´ with me Ridin´ with me Smart cars, no fast cars I was pushing Then If I could start again I´d do it all again If I could choose my friends I´d do it all again Could have been a millionaire, I couldn´t phone a friend Cause we´re family and they got my back thats gladly Conversations about some grammys no awards we´re talking grammys Stepping into motives looking swanky Giving all these pretty bitches hella woody hit their ass up with a spanky Plastic on my private, in case it gets spunky I don´t need no kids cause these hoes they don´t love me The streets they don´t love me My creator loves me so I´m hoping that he guides me I´m having nightmares full of fighting but its me against myself saying ´fight me´ Battles with my soul they wouldn´t understand the crime sprees All the tag teams, to make this money lanky I only followed you, you're some eye candy They wanna know the reason why I always wear a bally Cos the way I creep is tallys, sorry yeah I krept was tally Tallying all these shots up in the morning I´ll be real this life is boring Got a shot in ally pally Bitches try stress me out, they just silly Sallys Nothing´s more important than family For them I´d give this up, I´d do it gladly Same way she just took off her panties It all started from turning raw dough to toasted bread It all began from the time they cared about their cred Panicking, keep on running into feds Packaged things, stashed up in the kitchenette Let me start again, yo my name is Huncho No I ain't´ no cutthroat, if it ever came to that then you know that I´d be cut throat My bitch don´t know That I do music still I give her sore throats Expensive jackets, goose coats Expensive jackets, moose coats Expensive jackets, fur coats It´s all needed yeah yeah cause these roads cold Digging through the dirt I´m trying to find gold Remember when i won from a five fold Same shit just a different day Same routine now I turn up kinda late Cause music ain´t a priority I gotta make a change My brother got some youths yeah he needs some change My brothers in the can yeah they need some change Impersonators in this ting yeah they gotta change Can´t blackball me yeah you gotta change You know I ain´t a boy up in this fucking game Busy busy yeah my lifestyles busy Air Force Ones, old school blade ridin with me You zimmie, you zimmie This industry can see me I just made a one-er I just made another Giving her the pipe like plumber I will never cuff her Smoking so much Stardawg I´m reminiscing times with my dawgs in the summer I´ve never been a next mans runner, had my own feet thats runner Had to bag this grub i was 1 up Stinky ass yard, with mould on the come up It´s raining outside i stepped in when it was sun up I stepped out twelve hours later still sun up God willing yeah i get to pick my son up Tired of telling all these bummy jiggas get your funds up Funds up Yeah thats my end of year sum up Used to walk miles to my shot that´s a milestone Allergic reaction, I can't be around Five-O When they caught me up in watty now I firmed getting rushed that was my woe I catch em on the rebound and its live-o They´ve had their prime but everyones prime goes Huncho, Optimus Prime though This dick turned this hoe into a psycho Got this new pack and its Avant-garde Getting feedback shots saying ´oh my lord´ Had to do a couple laps on the boulevard Fuck feds, fuck the undies, fuck the Scotland Yard I pull up uninvited no greeting card I don´t think about them man i disregard My partner had to pattern through a prison guard My partner had to pattern through a prison guard |