Lil’ Engine

VERSE 1:
For myself, this one for myself, this for no one else
Tell da' truth, this one for my yout, preach when im in booth
This is god, this is this is god, i know we at odds
This for yall, this for this for yall, put that on my squad
I ain't got no choice
Dont do shit by force
Speak the message for my niggas that dont got no voice
Hard to keep it lowkey when yo idols whippin' porsches
Pockets stable, never been to a stable but they whippin' dem horses
That just life, that just that just life, thats just how it goes
And them hoes, stopped believing hoes, a long time ago
Fuck my foes, fuck a fake ass friend, we dont fuck wit those
Catch em' slippin, find out they cut throat then we gon cut they throat
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I got a whole lotta' people that i gotta feed, some of my niggas need to be freed
Multi-million dollar tricks up my sleeve
Ohh
Eastside, eastside, never been a fake
Give a bitch first letter of the county on my license plate

HOOK-
You ain't tryna be the man, man i think i am
You ain't tryna get these bands man i think i am
You ain't tryna feed yo fam man i think i am
You ain't gettin out the stands man i think i am
I think i am man i think i am (repeat)

VERSE 2:
Back again, yes im back again, this a PSA
Niggas try, they gon try to check you, this ain't TSA
Livin' fast, all my niggas fast, they been livin fast
Fuck a 9 to 5, tell old navy they can kiss my ass
Shit outraegous, i got strangers, partyin' inside my house
If she doubt, if that bitch have doubt, we gon kick her out
I got ashes on my flo', liquor aroma in the air
I got change from all my house guest sittin' in between my chairs
Got old hoes, that dont care about me til they see my moves
Couple photos, couple press shots and they act like we still cool
Got a mom, she still got food stamp, she was the candy lady
Got no license, that shit been suspended, she need a brand new mercedes
Know we gotta get the bread
217 hold ya head
Rest in peace to bankroll
Ima' be fresh till im dead
Eastsiide, they should put me on a ad
Im so eastside might conceive my child on top of south dekalb
Woah