Making Gains lyrics

by

Isiah Dymons


Straight out the bottom
Never been to college
Just a young n*gga from the streets straight Mobbin
Just a young n*gga wit a mind set
That these other n*ggas that's around me really Caint stop me
Shout out to my day one brothers
Every where we went we seemed to find trouble
Just some hungry ass n*ggas on the hustle
Young n*ggas need the money on the double
Fake ain't ever been accustomed
Of the life style that they never been through
I swear they crazy in the mental
I see them through the rear mirror
They from a spoon that's silver
See me I had to go work for my sh*t
Had put some n*ggas under dirt for my sh*t
Went to war protect my turf with this sh*t
I'm shooting at em b*tch I'm dirk wit this sh*t
You know how much I'm really worth with this sh*t
Michael Jackson met in person wit this
Ima make em close the curtains wit this
My old hoe don't like me that's cool
My new b*tch is wetter she straight out the pool
And she a rider I swear she a fool
Ain't no telling what she down to do

And it's a shame hey
These n*ggas don't know the game damn
I pull up in a range hey
That b*tch hog both lanes
How you get that sh*t n*gga
I was Moving weight making gains
Moving weight making gains x2
No pain no gain b*tch
Moving weight making gains x3
Hey no pain no gain b*tch
I was moving weight making gains

Remember them days we was trapping out the back yard
A lot of them n*ggas tryna act hard
Me and all my n*ggas we was treated like some trap Gods
And these snake ass n*ggas that's around me had me paranoid
But You don't really wanna f*ck with the man
All you n*ggas trash like a bag full of cans
Came up from the rags
To a bag full of bands
n*ggas slept on me like a hand full of xans
That yo homie popped right now oh man
What you gotta say to me
It's all on ya chest like a handkerchief
Keep quiet in my presence like you hate to speak
If the game locked up then I made the key
All my n*ggas we rowdy
And We don't know another way around it
We don't know another way to be
If a n*gga want beef
My n*gga we bout it
Don't think twice
Just shoot dice
Homie where a n*gga from ain't nun nice
From a whole nother world like the poltergeist
Where these n*ggas out here wanna take ya life

And it's a shame hey (and it's a muthaf*ckin shame)
These n*ggas don't know the game damn (these n*ggas don't know the game)
I pull up in a range hey (I pull up in a what!?)
That b*tch hog both lanes (That b*tch Wide Bodied)
How you get that sh*t n*gga
I was Moving weight making gains
Moving weight making gains x2
No pain no gain b*tch
Moving weight making gains x3
Hey no pain no gain b*tch
I was moving weight making gains

Moving weight making gains
No pain no gain
Gold chains for my gang hey!

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