Bidness
    (专辑: My Brother's Keeper (Long Live G) - 2020)
    
    Backwoods stuffed with a 
3-5  When I 
creep by, I'm prolly throwing peace signs out the 
window  I'm busy, I 
ain't got time for pretending  Yeah, hit her one time and forget her  Sweat when we fucking, work out like it's tennis  We ain't going steady, try not to catch feelings  She tryna start rapping, she want her a 
feature  I 
ain't into mixing my hoes with my business   Plus I 
got my own bitch at home I 
be chilling  I 
can't even lie, I 
be feeling alone even when in a 
room full of niggas  Devil played with my mind for a 
long enough time, now he don't even know how I'm living  Had to give it to God, I 
went and got on my grind and I 
turnt up on all of these niggas  Plus I 
stay with that iron, I'm Baby, don't pay me no mind  Told the 
bitch play with Sega, don't play with my mind  Take DaBaby away I'm still John, that lil' nigga gone stay on his grind  I 
got all the 
way up out the 
mud before I 
got here, they ain't really want me to shine  Plus I 
ain't never think I 
was like one of you niggas, I've been this way since I 
was five  Think I 
done passed it along to my daughter, her confidence quality, she only three  Got a 
whole other beautiful daughter, they look like each other, can't wait till the 
day that they meet  I 
knew it was room at the 
table for me to get something so I 
turned up and got me a 
seat  Just to get what they want they gone say that they love you  You gotta be patient and watch how they creep  Took the 
diamonds off all of my teeth  Won't let 'em put me in the 
box  Momma bought them Reeboks 'cause them bitches was cheap  First day of school we had new soldier Ree's  When I'm talking to God only time on my knees  Even while on your knees with your hands in the 
air  Police shooting before they say freeze  Left a 
piece of us dead on the 
streets   Backwoods stuffed with a 
3-5  When I 
creep by, I'm prolly throwing peace signs out the 
window  I'm busy, I 
ain't got time for pretending  Yeah, hit her one time and forget her  Sweat when we fucking, work out like it's tennis  We ain't going steady, try not to catch feelings  She tryna start rapping, she want her a 
feature  I 
ain't into mixing my hoes with my business   I 
ain't into mixing my hoes with my business  You gotta believe me, all that shit easy  Tell a 
fuck hoe get out, if she ever think that she don't need me  I'm Toosii, look at my watch, now it's two-tone  What you think? Give me the 
chance, I'll get you gone  You know I'm flyer than a 
bird, I 
be fly with the 
words  I'll fuck 'round shit on your tombstone  Back to the 
basics, I 
ain't buying no Asics  I 
told gang grow weed 'fore he cop from a 
nigga  'Cause these niggas be hating, he know that they'll fuck 'round and lace it  Go to New York, so fly with the 
pole  Young nigga flyer than a 
hoe  I 
be one deep, never four deep, put Forgis on the 
rims then I 
go slide with ya hoe  But excuse me I 
never ain't ask for this lifestyle  Niggas getting low, we shooting them pipes out  Police tell him freeze, put his hands up, he go to pull his pants up, damn, now he lights out  My momma treat me like a 
veteran  My brother think that I'm ahead of him  I 
tell him just 'cause I 
got a 
lil' money, I 
ain't acting funny  He the 
reason I'm better than shit that I 
used to be  I 
take a 
Only Fans bitch turn her into a 
star, yeah right, nigga gotta get used to me  I 
could give a 
damn 'bout a 
hoe 'cause the 
last bitch I 
fucked with she ended up using me  I 
know she mad that she ended up losing me  I 
know she mad that the 
lil' bitch a 
fool to me  I 
been had it, baby, none of this new to me  Better think twice 'fore you think about losing me   Backwoods stuffed with a 
3-5  When I 
creep by, I'm prolly throwing peace signs out the 
window  I'm busy, I 
ain't got time for pretending  Yeah, hit her one time and forget her  Sweat when we fucking, work out like it's tennis  We ain't going steady, try not to catch feelings  She tryna start rapping, she want her a 
feature  I 
ain't into mixing my hoes with my business   Plus I 
got my own bitch at home, I 
be chilling  I 
ain't really pressed for no bitches  I 
know you ain't calling yo self a 
real nigga, upset 'cause you pressed for a 
picture  I 
know that they ten steps behind on a 
few of my gifts and they don't really get it  They know if they touch one of mine, I'ma air this bitch out, I 
put that on Miss Linda