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everybody can't go - payroll giovanni lyrics

[verse 1]
everybody can’t go, you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh*t i was made for
if they don’t like it, f*ck ’em, make ’em hate more
used to sell the sh*t to task force [?]
now my pockets stuffed from a [?]
gotta get used to closing wraith doors
them cloudy ass chain, n*gga, who the f*ck done made those?
payroll giovanni this what i was raised for
been the boss, the cause been paid for
i rap when the yay’s slow, turn my hobby into a job
turn my young n*gga onto some game made him a part of the mob
n*gga get your money right don’t chase that b*tch
get up off your ass go and make that flip
f*ck being comfy, had to take that risk
had somе leaches on a n*gga, had to shake that sh*t
sеll them b*tches whole, i don’t break that sh*t
n*ggas just rapping bunch of made*up sh*t
remember hustlin’ all week and barely changed up fits
now all week i can change up whips
never quit, n*gga
[chorus]
everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh*t i was made for
if they don’t like it, f*ck ’em, make ’em hate more

everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh*t i was made for
gotta get used to closing wraith doors
everybody can’t go

[verse 2]
i’m on my sh*t, can’t get thrown off by a n*gga or a b*tch a whip or a kit
it’s up to me to end up poor or rich
still pouring crist’ feeling like jigga and big
bought a brick then i threw my lil n*gga a bit
first i bust down that prezi then i bought that benz
parked it where i sold reggies, where my story begin
i’m a fenkell baby used to run with rj in flint
got some block brothers but i treat them just like kin
goals growing up was find some work, fiends give a ten
first gun was two*five it needed a pin
we was active outside we was beefing as kids
kush bowls in the house it was reekin’ the crib
the dumb sh*t around me won’t see ’em with me again
i got to keep a pistol ’round every city i’m in
remember blowing money back to selling fifties again
they jumped sh*t and doubled back like they was with me again
i told them…
[chorus]
everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh*t i was made for
if they don’t like it, f*ck ’em, make ’em hate more

everybody can’t go
you gon’ get what you pay for
this the type of sh*t i was made for
gotta get used to closing wraith doors
everybody can’t go

[outro]
everybody can’t go
put your work in, n*gga
put your grind in
what’s your grind ’bout?

- payroll giovanni lyrics

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