JVN - Can't Complain (feat. MG Rock & Ahlee3)

(Menté on the beat, so you know it's nice)
Love the money, yeah I swear I love that green
Love the chicken, yeah I swear I love that cheese
Uh, look
All these flaw ass niggas keep me in they mentions
Fuck be wrong with them?
Boy I keep glocky that's a glizzy with extensions
We got a lot of them
Young street nigga, all I'm chasing is that chicken
Fuck it up, and get it back, I'm never trippin
I lost some members to this shit
They left me trippin
Steady pushin forward, I can't let up, gotta get it
Gotta put on for my people
Surround me with good vibes
Cause I ain't tryna think no evil
Share the spotlight with my dawgs
Had to tell em we all equal
Ima show em how to move
So just sit back and let me teach you
See you never let another nigga knock you out yo space
And you never let a nigga know about your cake
Cause these niggas start to envy, you can see it in they face
They get to plottin, try to stop ya, tryna take what's on ya plate
They say we won't to supposed to win
People asking where I been
Swear my life been crazy
Had to sit back and just take it in
Finally made it out rain
How I push through all the pain?
Tell em that I'm grateful
Still in motion, dawg I can't complain
Mad cause I'm on fire boy
Numbers goin higher boy
Know them people feel me, like "You preaching to the choir boy"
Know it's lookin dark right now, but don't you ever fold
Because I know the feeling too, can put that on my soul
So take a look inside my soul, and tell me what you see
Girl I might hold you down
Cause the secrets that you keep
Got em mad at the movement
I swear I'm feeling like Big Meech
Be a man of your word
You better practice what you preach
And remember that it's power in the words that you speak
And no matter where I go, boy they treat me like a star
And if you love me like you say you do
Don't judge me for my flaws
Cause dawg I'm putting in my all
My partna told me "Boy, don't forget who you are"
All these flaw ass niggas keep me in they mentions
Fuck be wrong with them?
Boy I keep glocky that's a glizzy with extensions
We got a lot of them
Young street nigga, all I'm chasing is that chicken
Fuck it up, and get it back, I'm never trippin
I lost some members to this shit
They left me trippin
Steady pushin forward, I can't let up, gotta get it
Uh, broken promises…
They say they rock with me, I'm like "hell nah"
I'm on the block, yeah with real killas
Everybody got a guitar
In they hand, they gone rock out
Nah forreal baby, like a rockstar
This shit I speak about, they be real scars
He tried to run away from the glick
But won't getting too far
This like O'Block
On the back of my Glock, knock a crew off
I got... man y'all really soft
Man y'all niggas be cap
Y'all niggas don't want no smoke
Don't want no action
JRock hanging out the motherfuckin side of the window
Right there tryna bang that…
I'm on the E-Way swerving, rollin off them perkys
Tryna start a rally
Glock 45, it's all up in my hand
I call this lil bitch "Blacky"
I got them P's coming in straight from Decatur
Might mail it to Cali
Shawty say she love me
I can't love her, lil bitch, you too average
I've been rolling round, through the gutter
This shit gettin nasty
Yeen never been in these conditions
Young nigga stop cappin
All these flaw ass niggas keep me in they mentions
Fuck be wrong with them?
Boy I keep glocky that's a glizzy with extensions
We got a lot of them
Young street nigga, all I'm chasing is that chicken
Fuck it up, and get it back, I'm never trippin
I lost some members to this shit
They left me trippin
Steady pushin forward, I can't let up, gotta get it

Written by:
Ahlee 3, J. Crawley, MG Rock

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