Testi Candy Freestyle - Cash Kidd

Candy Freestyle

B-b-bitch I got my own swag\nAll these niggas soundin' the same\nTryin' to get fame off another nigga style in the game\nI’m countin' my change, I’m good I don’t rock with you lames\nJust doin' me, stackin' up and stayin' out of the way\nB-b-bitches tell me how I done changed, I know I ain’t the same\n'Cause I done been threw some shit, let me try to explain\nBroke as Hell at the crib, me and my nigga pistol\nTryin' to find a way to eat but stay up out of the system\nTattoos everywhere, so no jobs for this nigga\nFuck it I’ma rob me a nigga, for my mama and sister\nCause we gotta eat and survive, I can’t get me a job\nSo I’ma do whatever, 'cause it’s up to me to provide\nBitches tell me like you used to be a sweetheart\nI said «I know I 'used to' but now I gotta be smart»\n'Cause bitches take yo' kidness as a weakness\nThey be tryin' to take advantage, when you stackin up that bread like you\ntryin' to make a sandwich\nAnd then they just say sorry like that handles all the damage and that’s how\nyou turn a man into a Savage\nNow I don’t give a fuck about shit, but the fuck the cops bitch\nTell the feds to get the fuck off my dick\nThey tried to lock me up for armed robbery I’m pleading the fifth\nIf you ain’t catch Me in the act I ain’t admittin' to shit\nThey threw me in that lil' room and tried to get me to snitch\nBefore I point a finger I’ll Rather sit in this bitch\nI laugh in they face, they let me out right after that day\nIt’s back to the cake stackin' and take the cash to the safe\nFree Tone, soon as he touch down, we gone celebrate for so long the reff gone\nthrow a flag on the play\nI managed to see the sun through all the sleed and the rain\nBut I’m good I’m still alive so I can’t even complain\nI’m still with the same team since a young ass nigga\nFuck the judge and the police old dumb ass Bitches\nMama said you gotta grind to get it\nYou want something work hard for it don’t be robbing niggas\nYou gotta grind my nigga you gotta grind\nGotta grind till yo' check got at least two commas in it\nYeah nigga ain’t shit sweet nigga'\nNiggas' think shit sweet nigga'\nI’m getting money I ain’t got time for beef nigga\nBut I’m still strapped in case you think shit sweet nigga'\nMama said you gotta grind to get it\nYou want something work hard for it don’t be robbing niggas\nYou gotta grind my nigga you gotta grind\nGotta grind till yo' check got at least two commas in it\nYeah nigga ain’t shit sweet nigga'\nNiggas' think shit sweet nigga'\nI’m getting money I ain’t got time for beef nigga\nBut I’m still strapped in case you think shit sweet nigga'\nBitch I got my own swag all these niggas' copy and paste they smile in yo' face\nyou gotta' watch for these snakes for some pussy' I know some niggas that will\nmob in the rain hop on a train catch a bus probally fly on a plane dummy 's go\nget yo' cheddar these hoes will be forever and soon ass you get it up go get\nthe ice in the frames I’m getting doe in the hood hitting hoes living good\nbuffs got so much tent I feel like I’m in the woods live for my nigga G Down\nfor my nigga Lee jaswan on my nigga’s feet we was down now we on our feet bitch\nI’m balling for jeff got tattoo’s all on my neck if I fuck a brawd' its just\nthat I never call her or text these niggas call me with threats boy I walk with\nthe texts boy don’t talk me to death cause 'tone call and collect bitch stop\nbeing lazy give me head with enthusiasm when hoes see a nigga' I only throw the\npussy at em' I’m still strapped but nigga chippa point the tooly' at em' wet a\nnigga up in the morning like fruity pebbles niggas crazy out here but I can’t\nknock em' cause' when I was broke with a dollar I was out robbing I’m tryna'\nlet these niggas no that ain’t the only option if you really wanna see prophet\ngotta; start grinding now I’m getting money fuck all that beef shit but I’m\nstill strapped case you think shit sweet nigga'