Testo Bidness

Nigga bout his bidness
While the weak here flinchin
Crying all the time, lacking vision
Wonder why the spliff ain’t hittin
All sense prolly missin
He ain’t wit it
That got that nig a percentage
Nigga bout his bidness Inner peace splinted
Mindbent survival of the fittest
Gripping tool with the quickness
Past them bridges burned, his heart yearn
For burden lifted
On his lone prolly spliffin
Nigga bout his
Never clouded deep in mind
Main focus was the grind
For his son, he would shine
Early clocking, street timing
Moving in his prime
Lucky ain’t a word
No emotion whеn he slide
God mind Doing all that it take
Thе bag been faith on the play
This a way
Mannerism shoddy staring death dead in face
Ain't complacent none in the shade
No path better made

Nigga bout it, bout it
Never too much
Nigga bout it, bout it

Nigga bout it, bout it
Never too much
Nigga bout it, bout it