A Lot

Lyrics

[Intro] Try ya luck She might be fine as fuck, but she probably- Real talk High as fuck, don't even know what it's- Young 79, hihsheen, nigga, you know what's going on Real talk [Verse 1] Try ya luck She might be fine as fuck, but she probably line you up (Tuff) High as fuck, don't even know what it's called, but it got me tired and stuck (Yeah, yeah) 'Bout a buck I wear Amiri and Butta's and no, I ain't tying 'em up (Yeah) Grind it up That shit was harder than ever, I'm telling you, times was tough (Let's go) Die or cuffs A lot of shit come with the streets, I still was like, "Sign me up" Finally up These bitches gon' drop to they knees, they all be dying to fuck Lying for what? These bitchеs throw dirt on your name when you don't be buying 'еm much Fire it up I stop responding when she told me it was her time of the month (Real talk) She kinda skinny, I think I should buy her a butt I'm smoking, I'm wired, I'm up (Let's go) They might be fly, but niggas ain't flyer than us, you bitches is liars and sluts (Yeah) I told my mom I took acid and she like, "Shakur, why you keep on trying that stuff?" (Yeah) Walked in the mall wit' my plastic, I can't stop swiping, I can't stop buying this stuff (Yeah, youngin) Buying a Benz or buying a truck Tying loose ends, it is what it was Lost a few friends and they was like blood (Ah) I don't depend, this shit from the mud I gotta win, this shit for my cuz Nice wit' the pen, and got me a buzz (Real talk) Food stamp pin to get me a grub Now I eat steak and I need it well done [Chorus] Real talk (Real talk) I'm making my way to the top (Yeah) I told you it came with a lot My options, I'm weighing 'em out I got to the door, it was locked I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came) I fucked but ain't pay for the box On TV, I came from the block I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came) Them CDs, was passing 'em out (Yeah) On my own, I was trapping it out I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came) I told I told you it came with a lot (Real talk) Start making my way to the top (Yeah) [Verse 2] I been told you niggas that I was on top of my game No luggage, I hopped on the plane I let niggas tell it 'cause I ain't got time to explain, I been through the sunshine and rain I just wan' to hang, and I couldn't even do that (Real talk, keep it going) Watch all ya friends 'cause they be the ones, the ones, that's turning they back (I mean that) I don't depend, I get off my ass and get it, I know how to trap (Yeah) Spitting, I know how to rap (I'm in) If I'm giving, I don't want it back (Okay) Gotta listen way more than you chat (Let's go) Pedal it's to the floor, in the 'Cat (Yeah) Niggas be in a war with no strap (Real talk) I don't fight over whores, give 'em back (Ah) Tryna put the whole 4 on the map (Yeah) Smoking, while I'm recording this track Got a hundred, need more than that (Okay) I'ma try to enjoy these racks (I hear you), I'ma try to avoid the crabs (Yeah, yeah) I just want all my boys wit' bags You ain't making no noise, you trash I be thanking the lord I'm gassed I be thanking the lord I'm blessed (Real talk) I ain't paying these whores for sex Gotta work, can't afford to rest Niggas hot, but Kur the best (Yeah, youngin) I was popped, was more than stressed Woke me up, she want morning sex (Ah) It's mimosas and K57s (Real talk) I'm still coping that Reem up in heaven (Damn) [Chorus] Real talk (Real talk) I'm making my way to the top (Yeah) I told you it came with a lot My options, I'm weighing 'em out I got to the door, it was locked I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came) I fucked but ain't pay for the box On TV, I came from the block I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came) Them CDs, was passing 'em out (Yeah) On my own, I was trapping it out I told you it came with a lot (I told you it came) I told I told you it came with a lot (Real talk) Start making my way to the top (Yeah)