Trying to Get Paid

I ain't gone cap i'm on this cup
(Shit ain't gone work, Shit ain't gone work)
Real deal foot tappin' in this bih' know what im sayin'
Hold up, Nawl' for real.

Lord Have Mercy
I'm Tryna get Paid
And if you scared you need to go to church now
Stay out the way
Im still that same nigga that you heard bou' (Smoke City Bitch)
Choppa with me what i'm worried bou'
Shit ain't gone work out
I couldn't fall down

I go in god Mode for whatever the reason.
The ones Who couldn’t stand me now paraplegic.
I’m Daniel sonin' to all of my teachers.
I’m good in them trenches shout out to my creatures.
Sippin these spirits still I speak no evil.
What’s in my cup is a must to you breathing.
I need mo' money cause I keep on breading./
It’s not the chirren it’s the momma that cost.
These niggas not real at all./
Try hold me down ain’t no keepin' me ya.
Bitch I get money to frequently ya.
Fuck yo lil vibe i'm a frequency ya.
No lil buddy ain’t my enemy wait.
I’m just protecting my energy say.
Niggas ain’t who they pretend to be hey.
I can’t let em stop what I’m gonna be ay.
Am I a bad man.
For knowing that we are equal cause niggas be,
Less than.
It’s a choice to be broke, bummy, busted, disgusted.
I’m buckin my pockets touchin.
long as I’m breathing them dollars comin.
U see who even when odds uppin'.
I know I’m straight long as God love me.

Lord Have Mercy
I'm Tryna get Paid
And if you scared you need to go to church now
Stay out the way
Im still that same nigga that you heard bou'
Choppa with me what i'm worried bou'
Shit ain't gone work out
I couldn't fall down

Never go broke, not part my religion.
I traveled fa work like fuck Bouda pivot.
Streets made colder and solid and rigid.
If shit get wicked.
My stick got extensions.
Fuck about these bitches. I just keep it pimpin'. I promise my life story a lil' different.
You prolly won’t feel me, but fuck how u feelin. I betchu’ u couldn’t walk a mile in these Penny’s.
Plug frontin packs, shout my credit limit. Trappin outta prism. Duckin dodgen prison.
Daddy outchere liven'. Mama loss her kidney. Find a pot to piss in. I just gotta get it.
Every night I prayed, asking for forgiveness. Lord knows I’m sinning. But he know my vision.
Had to get me straight, fuck a bitch opinion. Now I got dependents. On me they dependin./
Solid as a rock, better yet boulder.
Climbing to the top, city on my shoulders.
I don’t even smoke still enjoy the oder.
Still never sober heavy on the potion.
Bitch ima hustle like I got a quota.
Split it w my niggas bruda be the quotient.
I mean divide, but I.
Could never cut ties.
With none of my niggas, I love em like really.
Don’t sleep on me no Posturepedic like Seally.
Really.
Tryna stack bands to the ceiling.
Feel me.
Fuck on yo bitch and might film it.
Look.
Pull out that choppa you shook.
King shit bitch I ain’t no mother fucking rook.
Shark in that water you gone need a bigger hook.
Fuck bou’ what they talking I don’t even read books./
Show me you a hundred.
I’ll show you to the money.