Sammy Sosa Lyrics

These bitches some vultures it's not in my culture

I'm right in that field no Sammy Sosa

I thought this shit over… Them handouts is over yeah

Uh uh

These bitches some vultures it's not in my culture

I'm right in that field no Sammy Sosa

I thought this shit over them handouts is over

I lose every time, surrounded by cobras

These chips on my shoulders

My heart on my sleeves

I'm here for that fame, and that money on me

They feigning for clout I'm chasing my dream

You get it or die ain't no in between

Look tell me who harder than me

I'm flipping these bars like they was some keys

Judy me down while I blow on this weed

They counted me out now they counting on me

These niggas some P's I'm rollling with G's

I'm rolling with bosses my nigga

Don't nobody cross us my nigga

We not known for taking no losses my nigga (we not known for taking no losses)

Look, can't let nobody betray me a soul like the 80's

A whole village made me I'm gravy

Mama these reapers gone chase me but fuck it

I love it the hate is amazing

My shit it be blazing they sweat when they play me

I smoke every beat like a Haitian

My dreads hanging long like a Rasta

Fucked around had to ferlough my whole rooster (ferlough my whole rooster)

I keep it real with no problem

I'm up and you down && I lift with no problem(uh)

I think I'm stuck at the bottom lending my hand I get stuck with the bottom(facts)

Gotta stay humble but prideful knives in your back

Just gone lift you to stardom

He was 16 when they called him left me so scared I still bleed every often..

These bitches some vultures it's not in my culture

I'm right in that field no Sammy Sosa

I thought this shit over them handouts is over

I lose every time, surrounded by cobras

These chips on my shoulders

My heart on my sleeves

I'm here for that fame, and that money on me

They feigning for clout I'm chasing my dream

You get it or die ain't no in between

These bitches some vultures it's not in my culture

I'm right in that field no Sammy Sosa

I thought this shit over them handouts is over

I lose every time, surrounded by cobras

These chips on my shoulders

My heart on my sleeves

I'm here for that fame, and that money on me

They feigning for clout I'm chasing my dream

You get it or die ain't no in between

You get it or die ain't no in between