Clear My Head Lyrics

Bro, get you some money, you're gonna feel different

Straight up

You might even

All that other advice I could've gave you, this the short version

You know, get you a couple dollars, you're gonna feel different

I learned to get some money, they ain't show me how

Bitch was fronting back then, but she on me now huh

Fuck all of that talking, bitch come blow me down

I need a bitch who gone fuck good, and hold me down

I'd hate to be you niggas, yall ain't got no real money

Better go and check the stats, we do Kwame Kil numbers

Watch your opps, but watch your mans too

Cause he'll steal from you

I'd hate to be the nigga, Who don't think his bitch fuckin'

All my OGs was hustlers, where you think I got the game from

Flippin' bags and hittin' hoes, that's where I got my name from

I'll take your bitch, dog her out and let the gang fuck

My nigga shake the bag, he got his fingers full of cane dust

Life off a hard knock, sellin' drugs is hard not

Know some niggas came up off dog food and hard rock

I don't say too much, these hoes see me and they jaws drop

Never pay to fuck I give that look, these bitches' jaws drop

Ayy, just get you some money, bitches fuckin' fast

Bad bitch sittin' in the front, choppa in the back

They like, where the fuck this nigga been

I been flippin' bags, I done put a lot of niggas on

I been givin' back

Made man, 63 mobster, I'm with the mafia

Know some niggas sick and they hatin', got it out for us

Neighbors know our name cause we workin', come and shop with us

They know how we coming tell my block they need to sponsor us

And one call, ah put a nigga on or get a nigga whacked

One time, I only hit it once, never get attached

I just wanna get her for the night, I'ma give her back

Way before I ever made a rap, I learned to get some racks

I learned to get some money, they ain't show me how

Bitch was frontin' back then, but she on me now huh

Fuck all of that talkin', bitch come blow me down

I need a bitch who gon' fuck good and hold me down forever

And don't never trust them niggas, they'll leave you for dead

Been staying up out the way, I'm tryna clear my head

That other shit don't even matter, hustle til' I'm dead

Free them boys out the feds, my nigga hold your head yeah

Tell them niggas keep it cool

My shooters act a fool, don't try to speak, you don't know me, I don't know you

You know I like my bitches rude

I like a bitch with a pretty face, a fat ass, and attitude

And all my bitches come in twos

Pretty brown skin, she go to school at MSU

And her head was fire, bitch just sucked me till I blew

A make them eat they words, that shit be hard for them to chew

And speakin' of the gang, that's just some shit you just don't do

A leave a nigga bald like Steve Harvey, Family Feud

A take a nigga top off real quick like Dr. Phil

Got stabbed in my back for always tryna keep it real

I bought them boys some cleats, cause they be slidin' through that field

You ring that alarm, this shit get wild, it ain't no drill

I told my bitch she tat it on her ass, I know it's real

We come straight out the trenches, we got rich up in the hills

Free the guys doin' that fed time, gone hold it down

I told Mom Dukes I'd risk it all to see her smile

Ain't wanna show me how to get it

These niggas some clowns, movin' pounds through your town

I'm out here thuggin' with my rounds, RIP my babies nigga

I learned to get some money, they ain't show me how

Bitch was frontin' back then, but she on me now huh

Fuck all of that talkin', bitch come blow me down

I need a bitch who gon' fuck good and hold me down forever

And don't never trust them niggas, they'll leave you for dead

Been staying up out the way, I'm tryna clear my head

That other shit don't even matter, hustle till I'm dead

Free dem Boyz out the feds, my nigga hold your head yeah