Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy Sucks 'cause we could've made bucks, he was hating Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Sucks 'cause we could've made [Verse] Sucks 'cause we could've made bucks, he was hating Stuck by still, make much on the pavement 'Nough said, bro, heard your stuff, you was tasteless Love left and I got up, got Mason Puff cess and we get drunk on occasion Lunging, tryna get up, tryna stay there London, dealing with these bucks, not vacation Run them, but I gave up, not a gang clip Four ones, let a nigga drop in the same year Tour runs, gotta hit my box on the safe kit 2 train, used to help my aunt with the daycare Food chains turned into guap, good placement New day, headed to the top, not a grey hair Headed to the top, not a grey hair, ayy [Outro] Ayy, could've made bucks, he was hating Sucks 'cause we could've made bucks, he was hating I'm still on the pavement, uh, I'm still getting payment Sucks 'cause we could've made bucks, he was hating I'm still on the pavement, uh, I'm still getting payment