Crowd ft. Astreaux Guillotine Lyrics

This is for those who ever had doubt

Talk shit out they mouth while I'm on the ground

Now I got money please do not come round

I'm feeling Chris Brown bitch look at me no

I put on a halo I polish the crown long as I'm flowing it never a drought

Remember the days that I had went with out

Someway some how I put food in that mouth

Work daddy gone hustle

Family come first flex, don't trust you

Better get back, click-clack, might bust you

Soldier for the fam, going ham, like percussion

Homie, I'ma hit it, I'ma split it, lookin' for a guy to get it

Ain't money, ain't winning, can't talk

Man that point, blank, period, like the end of a sentence

I don't even wanna hear it, gotta walk

Nigga, I'm sick, way too legit

You act like a bitch, get off my dick

Talkin' my shit, back it up quick

Why the lame niggas always gotta do the most

Homie said he got me, he was never ever close

Gone with the gas, rocking show's close to close

Brand new beginnings, we can take another toast

Look what it cost him, I never lost it

Homie, I'm awesome, do it for Austin

What is you doin, my nigga, I'm bossin

Why is you askin' to do it quite often

Stealin' the game like I'm Kenny Lofton

A couple years in, a lot more to go

Keep me a blunt, but, y'all cannot roll

I got that fire, but, y'all don't want smoke

These niggas froggy, but ain't never leapin Just sippin' the tea

Back in the day, I would pour up before that Sprite would be darker to me

City and county put money on my head That shit was like a hundred racks

They ain't want me on the streets First day I went out, I went and got me a pack

I saw my P.O. one month, he said see you two months, I'm like, bet it's a go

I wrote that loud in a strawberry swisher Before I knew bout Optimo

It wasn't really about the profit I kept me some money and weed

That was before I would go uninvested To make that shit back off the streams

I hit the ground when I got out Now niggas gon' run shit around me with lips

I need that advance and I need that back And to make sure a bucket for tip

We in the lead, but what does that mean If all of my niggas can't eat

My nigga blood lightin' me up And now I'm accessory, murder the beat yeah