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servin - god lyrics

money block sh-t…

serving, i’m serving, i’m serving, i’m serving-serving-serving-serving-serving…

[verse 1]

tryna get rich as my plug, i been out here on the grind
i get it from the mud, i’m tired of selling n-ggas dubs
i think it’s time to double-up, this hustling run through my blood
supply the streets with a flood, you p-ssy if you hold a grudge
any n-gga can be touched, i take my time in a rush
i deliver in the clutch, twelve tryna make a bust
drop it in the acid then flush, that’s a nightmare, real n-ggas
don’t cry tears, real n-ggas, bounce back like round-ball
like mike here, take flight here, and n-ggas be praying i stop
i’m serving i’m riding around with the choppa so don’t get it twisted like locks
i’m thinking outside of the box, i’m tryna stay out of the box
my hustle relentless, jehova’s my witness, i’m tryna pull up in a drop
and buy my mom and pop a car… i come from the bottom
i aim for the top, the game is so cold, my block is so hot you can’t get off a rock
gotta look out for the cops… look out for them oppas
i keep me a choppa, they think about robbing us, that .223 popping up

[hook]

n-gga i’m serving, serving, riding round with a stick
i ain’t never been a l1ck, money on my mind thinking bout my next flip
n-gga i’m serving, serving, riding round with a b-tch
she just wanna be rich, i point it out, she go get it

n-gga i’m serving, serving, riding round with a stick
i ain’t never been a l1ck, money on my mind thinking bout my next flip
n-gga i’m serving, serving, riding round with two bricks
one of them good one of ’em ain’t sh-t, ya money ain’t good n-gga that’s what you get
n-gga i’m serving…

(interlude)

[verse 2]

selling dope like it ain’t illegal, come correct or i’ma have to leave you
i could sell it to you i ain’t gotta meet you, if you got the bread then send it through my people
clientele don’t even know my name, got the city smoking i’m the one to blame
money block, n-ggas know the name, this the cartel, n-ggas know the gang
if you wanna battle we can go to war, catch you lacking kicking in the door
take you out the bed and put you on the floor, yeah i got some bread but i want some more
i’m addicted to it can’t get enough, on my wayne sh-t so i hit ’em up
i could get a mil that still ain’t enough, b-tch i’m out the rapture you could hang it up
got a whole thing for ’bout 25, by the time you get it it’s bout 35
and i’m going places cause i got drive, you get aired out like a flat tire
i’m a real chief, rock with real goons, if you wanna beef it’s coming real soon
y’all animated like cartoons, you could get your black bar fool
got fishscale that’s brain food, great white, you just shark food
use your brain, you don’t want the trauma, you a light problem it can get dark fool
cause, it ain’t hard to be a real n-gga, gotta start from the bottom then build n-gga
it’s a full-time job not to k!ll n-ggas, got my mind on my money like a trill n-gga
yeah, sip lean but i’m never lacking, can’t smoke with me if you ain’t never matching
these hoes ratchet so i keep it ratchet, these n-ggas boring, n-gga get it cracking
that money block in my bloodline, that five-nine that been mine
n-ggas shot and missed like ten times then i came back with that real iron, i’m serving…

[hook]

- god lyrics

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