Wildin'

Clifford Harris

Man the streets been wildin', keep on losin' all the jits
Everybody wildin', we just lettin' off these sticks
Dog just had a baby but he still down on his dick
I just told my baby you is not gon' want for shit
Just stick to the G code, loyalty gon' pay off
Nigga don't wanna see smoke, nigga don't take no days off
Man that shit be crazy, I just do it for who I love
Much appreciation just for rocking with a thug

Man let's see if she needs some Marlboro, I brought Kools
Knowing what that pressure like, need smoke you one or two
Dog says you need some help for time 'cause shit been slow
Oh I got your back dog, just come to my front door
I won't turn my back dog, I hope that's something you know
You ain't never turn your back dog, I seen your face in court
Plenty homies talk behind a nigga's back, cross me, yeah how they play me
Act like you ain't a faker, exactly how a nigga played it
Still ain't wishin' bad on not one of y'all niggas
Still ain't wishin' bad on not one of y'all bitches
Just keep it to me, I'm minding my own business
This money goin' up and down, you're riding on switches, yeah
I'm talkin' to the young

Certified westside, zone one, hold it down
Ain't a damn thing changed, hit the 'caine, ho I been here
First to ever do it for the niggas in the traphouse
Put that shit to music, showed you niggas how to do it
Summer after summer, don't act like you don't remember
Had every major city in the nation goin' mental
Think this shit coincidental, bitch I'm still getting paid
Might fuck the same bitches but I'm chillin' and you chasin'
I swear I still can wake up spend a million in a day
But nowadays I'd rather see a million in the safe
A chameleon, bitch I'm good on every coast and every state
Learned some rules you never break
'Cause you could die for your mistakes

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Wildin'

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