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letra de in me, not on me - payroll giovanni & cardo

[intro: payroll giovanni]
cardo, you’re a fool

[verse]
i guess i gotta accept its just a new age
being gossiping men seems like a new wave
well i’ve been hustling my face due for a new shave
but i’m hit my quota, in less than 2 days
been a hard grinder since a small timer
every time you n-ggas [?] tap, you getting all timers
i don’t let no [?], most these rappers all liars
30 in our lingo so they can walk and talk like us (uh)
i got my game from the block, some cain in the pot
finance the chain and the drop
this rap sh-t easy, i use to maintain the spot
pop up, and set up shop like a pop up shop
a few blocks for a rocked up watch, but i deserve that
hustle on the curve with a pen, i had to curve that
i’m from detroit where its hard to get your music heard at
so we say f-ck it, now where the pounds and the birds at?
f-ck it, it ain’t no hook
i stare that sh-t when they say don’t look
i’m true to the game, could write my own book
dirty’d up the plate, so i’m bagging up on the phone book
white got hot, so i stopped and i just sold kush
gotta see the signs, the game show you
before your mans told, the game told you
showed you clear as day the n-gga wasn’t right (right)
thats on you to cut him off or you’re going to pay the price
you lames gossip with the same pockets
i enlarge exchange profits, and remain modest
in a phony game, i remain honest
when you gettin’ strange commas, you hear strange comments
but f-ck em’, life goes on
i’m get this money right now, no need to prolong
bloggers like he talked about drugs almost the whole song
but you ain’t from where i’m from so get the f-ck on
f-ck living decent, dodging precincts, that’s what streets teach us
never respect the leaches, i respect the big meech’s
my dog [?] big dogs with big leashes
im talking links and pieces that make you say jesus (you see that?)
you still tryna prove you on the avenue, i’m tryna furnish this crib way out in malibu
yall confuse being gangstas, with dumb sh-t
yall think punk sh-t is really tough sh-t
i wish i would yell in a camera phone, making public threats about how i’m get you gone
yall worry about the n-gga that be getting loud, you should be worried if he calm and just sitting down
this sh-t in me, not on me
i never seen so many strangers talking like they know me
and i don’t need no validation from your big homie
n-gga, i was stationed making plays like sony (boy)

- payroll giovanni cardo

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