Candy Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1]
B-b-b*tch I got my own swag
All these n*ggas soundin' the same
Tryin' to get fame off another n*gga style in the game
I'm countin' my change, I'm good I don't rock with you lames
Just doin' me, stackin' up and stayin' out of the way
B-b-b*tches tell me how I done changed, I know I ain't the same
'Cause I done been threw some sh*t, let me try to explain
Broke as Hell at the crib, me and my n*gga pistol
Tryin' to find a way to eat but stay up out of the system
Tattoos everywhere, so no jobs for this n*gga
f*ck it I'ma rob me a n*gga, for my mama and sister
Cause we gotta eat and survive, I can't get me a job
So I'ma do whatever, 'cause it's up to me to provide
b*tches tell me like you used to be a sweetheart
I said "I know I 'used to' but now I gotta be smart"
'cause b*tches take yo' kidness as a weakness
They be tryin' to take advantage, when you stackin up that bread like you tryin' to make a sandwich
And then they just say sorry like that handles all the damage and that's how you turn a man into a Savage
Now I don't give a f*ck about sh*t, but the f*ck the cops b*tch
Tell the feds to get the f*ck off my di*k
They tried to lock me up for armed robbery I'm pleading the fifth
If you ain't catch Me in the act I ain't admittin' to sh*t
They threw me in that lil' room and tried to get me to snitch
Before I point a finger I'll Rather sit in this b*tch
I laugh in they face, they let me out right after that day
It's back to the cake stackin' and take the cash to the safe
Free Tone, soon as he touch down, we gone celebrate for so long the reff gone throw a flag on the play
I managed to see the sun through all the sleed and the rain
But I'm good I'm still alive so I can't even complain
I'm still with the same team since a young ass n*gga
f*ck the judge and the police old dumb ass b*tches
[Chorus]
Mama said you gotta grind to get it
You want something work hard for it don't be robbing n*ggas
You gotta grind my n*gga you gotta grind
Gotta grind till yo' check got at least two commas in it
Yeah n*gga ain't sh*t sweet n*gga'
n*ggas' think sh*t sweet n*gga'
I'm getting money I ain't got time for beef n*gga
But I'm still strapped in case you think sh*t sweet n*gga'
Mama said you gotta grind to get it
You want something work hard for it don't be robbing n*ggas
You gotta grind my n*gga you gotta grind
Gotta grind till yo' check got at least two commas in it
Yeah n*gga ain't sh*t sweet n*gga'
n*ggas' think sh*t sweet n*gga'
I'm getting money I ain't got time for beef n*gga
But I'm still strapped in case you think sh*t sweet n*gga'

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
b*tch i got my own swag all these n*ggas' copy and paste they smile in yo' face you gotta' watch for these snakes for some pus*y' i know some n*ggas that will mob in the rain hop on a train catch a bus probally fly on a plane dummy 's go get yo' cheddar these hoes will be forever and soon ass you get it up go get the ice in the frames im getting doe in the hood hitting hoes living good buffs got so much tent i feel like im in the woods live for my n*gga G Down for my n*gga Lee jaswan on my n*gga's feet we was down now we on our feet b*tch im balling for jeff got tattoo's all on my neck if i f*ck a brawd' its just that i never call her or text these n*ggas call me with threats boy i walk with the texts boy dont talk me to death cuz 'tone call and collect b*tch stop being lazy give me head with enthusiasm when hoes see a n*gga' i only throw the pus*y at em' im still strapped but n*gga chippa point the tooly' at em' wet a n*gga up in the morning like fruity pebbles n*ggas crazy out here but i can't knock em' cuz' when i was broke with a dollar i was out robbing im tryna' let these n*ggas no that ain't the only option if you really wanna see prophet gotta; start grinding now im getting money f*ck all that beef sh*t but im still strapped case you think sh*t sweet n*gga'