thr33 Round 2 Songtext
von Need It or Keep It

I′m for the money, don't care ′bout the clout
Nigga kept talkin' down on my name
I had to ask him what was it about
I got a bad bitch up in LA
She said she wanna move with me down in the south
I done came up, got all of the cash
I walk in the store, don't check the amount

I creep up on your block in all black, I feel like T′Challa
You and me up on that block
All down bad, I ain′t have a dollar
Pulled up to big bros in the hood
'Cause nigga, I ain′t even have me no father

Every time shorty come give me that brain
I feel so smart, I know she a scholar
And I keep that hammer on me
Nigga just call me the god of thunder
Nigga was dissin' on me in the game
So we tryna hurry up, put a boy under


Look at the three inside of my neck
I hope you know that it′s not just a number
Nigga was cryin', he fumble the bag
Like bro, you a dummy, I know that′s a bummer
I keep it so blue, but I ain't no crook
Ain't give out the answer, she tryna act a fool
That nigga keep playin′, get caught, chuck a chill
These niggas be scared, not tryna get down
I think I′m the king, just give me my crown

Bitch, I'm an artist, this ain′t no joke
Do a whole freak, wash it off the coke
They fuck your three, they say I'm the goat
If I was the president, nigga, for both
We runnin′ from police like we in the maze
I show her my body and shorty amazed
I been in the studio rappin' for days
My circle be tight, haven′t been betrayed
Damn, you say you finished that lawyer, I know that's a lie

Nigga, I'm takin′ this shit to the moon
I don′t even give a fuck 'bout the sky
And if you really gon′ take that risk
Hope you know that it's do or die