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(Album: The $100 Mixtape - 2021)


If money ain't the conversation
And we ain't family, I don't know ya, I don't love ya
Well, I'm sorry, got no obligation
Play with me, I promise I got something for ya
(In the kitchen and it's Taysty)
Say you with me but it's complicated
And I need someone solid in my corner
Ain't no stranger to the confrontation
I don't trust ya, how I'm gon' be riding for ya?

Yeah, it ain't adding to your life then it ain't worth your while
They gon' keep they eyes on me 'cause we gon' set the style
Even in the sprint, I go the extra mile
Know my cars ain't got no tint so you could see this smile
Collect money like I'm owed something, move like a loan shark
So when I show up at ya do' hunting, it's ya own fault
Move solid as the pyramids, cut ya face, why so serious?
Where I've been at if you're curious
I'm stuck to the money but I ain't attached
I'll lose it all and I'll make it back
Sleeping one eye opened, so I ain't relaxed
Paper come, you hanging long enough, I had to stay for that

Wrist was super wet, I had to slide
Say it's a problem but we gon' work it out, no exercise
I had to leave 'em mesmerized
If you see me once, prob'ly ain't gon' be a second time

If money ain't the conversation
And we ain't family, I don't know ya, I don't love ya
Well, I'm sorry, got no obligation
Play with me, I promise I got something for ya
Say you with me but it's complicated
And I need someone solid in my corner
Ain't no stranger to the confrontation
I don't trust ya, how I'm gon' be riding for ya?

I've been stabbed in the back so many times, don't even sleep on my stomach
You don't got to be perfect, dog, just keep you a hunnid
Coming from my type of city, how I ended up in London?
Man, my world view expanding, but I shrank my circumference
'Cause I can't trust nobody
They got motives, I can see it in they eyes
They want me dead but I'ma keep on surviving
On the news, they left his seats bloody red
It wasn't a hood that he should've tried to ride in
Type of shit been going on in my city
Make somebody scared to go outside at night when
I come alive, then I'm a Poseidon

But still, my wrist was super wet, I had to slide
Say it's a problem but we gon' work it out, no exercise
I had to leave 'em mesmerized
If you see me once, prob'ly ain't gon' be a second time

If money ain't the conversation
And we ain't family, I don't know ya, I don't love ya
Well, I'm sorry, got no obligation
Play with me, I promise I got something for ya
Say you with me but it's complicated
And I need someone solid in my corner
Ain't no stranger to the confrontation
I don't trust ya, how I'm gon' be riding for ya?

Yeah, now I've got enough friends, and I've got a family to feed
So please don't mistake me guarding my time for not being humble and all about greed
It is a fine line, you could do something for somebody nine times
And when you don't come through the tenth, they go in contempt and tell you to die trying
Well, I ain't no 50 Cent, I got some issues with many men
'Cause the mo' money coming in, the mo' problems, I'm getting what Biggie meant
A hunnid dollars on a mixtape just to play it and get the whole city bent
Y'all keep throwing salt on my wins, I'ma go really vent
Then tell ya about how you wasn't there when me and TJ was stuck inside them apartments
People'll say they're your friends, but I put them all in different compartments
Working like a carbine does, they act like they was magic in the compass
Before I flooded out my wrist, I flooded the market
I ain't go shopping at Target, I'm shopping for bullets, I'm hitting the target
All of them so-called friends that were never there, they're getting discarded
That shit was yo' fault then, yeah, but all of it made me sharpened
You wanna get used to wins, you gotta get used to taking losses

In the kitchen and it's Taysty

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