Get a Load Lyrics

I'ma get a load

Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road

Post up by the store, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone

I'm in my zone aye

I don't need a bitch for shit I do it on my own

Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

I'm all alone, shots of patron dog with no roof, think I need a bone

Take all of this pain put it in a song

Super head what she got, yeah, she giving me dome

Underground king, yeah, I need my throne

Severing them rocks, the junkies get stoned

Stuck in these streets like a motherfucking cone

You ain't got ask yea, you know what I'm on

I'm drinking Hennessy, thinkin' bout the enemy

Fuck a lil' hoe that I met out of remedies

Don't know her name, drugs fuck up my memory

Tryna live long, when I'm gone they remember me

Bday been passed, but I'm still gettin cake

I'm raising the stakes, put you on a plate

If he wanna play, then its yellow tape

That's no debate, he a cold case

I'm pushing pounds, tryna get rich

You pushing pounds just to go get a fit

Cross a nigga out like he ain't fit in the pic

Ran off with the toilet, I done took a nigga shit

Bitch I'm too lit , I feel like a bic

She can get passed, toss, flipped

I'm on my big boss shit, yea I'm on my big boss shit

My mama don't like how I'm living

But fuck it, I'm thuggin', I'm stuck in the kitchen (I Am)

Shoulda seen this shit come as a youngin ain't listen, we just reminiscing

But we had to get it, I was just broke, man

I had to go fix it

Chances to make champions, got that from Glizzy

Got my life on the line, I had to risk it

One shot to the top, man, don't think I'ma miss it

I'ma get it low, ayy

Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road

Bust up out the store, ayy

If it ain't about money, better not got my phone

I'ma get a load

Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road

Post up by the store aye, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone

I'm in my zone aye

I don't need a bitch for shit I do it on my own

Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

I must be blind, cause I don't see no competition

Got a proposition for the opposition

Just surrender now before you pop up missing

See, I understand you in a tough position

The hustle mean more when you struggle with it

I pray that you blow up and bubble with it

But that shit watered down if you didn't get it

No photoshop, how you fake the image

Honestly, I'm tryna show you some modesty

Instrumental bandit, this a robbery

Kill the beat man, lets damage the property

I don't really see nobody stopping me

Or actually even topping me

Unless it's your bitch and that's probably

I'm so hot, got the devil want to copy me

I'm so hot, got the devil want to copy me

I lost my mind, I can't find it

No Tony Hawk on my grind, bitch

I don't know where the time went

My dawg stuck in the box on some mime shit

Ain't no lil nigga, I'm a big boss

I lost it all like I'm Rick Ross

No big damien, get your shit tossed

Put your trust in the bitch and get criss-crossed

Know a couple niggas plot on me

Straight outta the trench where the bottom be

I done been face to face with like poverty

300 degrees ain't as hot as me

I'm the best with this shit in all honesty

Know these niggas tryna follow me

He ain't like that for real, he a wanna be

Better man than myself, what I gotta be

I'ma get a load

Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road

Post up by the store aye, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone

I'm in my zone aye

I don't need a bitch for shit I do it on my own

Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home

Hold my head to the sky every night I make it home