Lance Pique – My Word lyrics

My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word

More drive than a 7/11
On the road to success
And my bread is unleavened
Got more patience than lab coats & Harvard Degrees
When the going gets tough
Nobody harder than me
Hit me with your best shot
Ima probably say cheese
Your shooters ain’t real
And your team is a tease
My squad going Madden with seven left on the clock
So I ain’t sharing nothing if you ain’t talking bout stock (damn)
Go and lie about a struggle or two
Get some women & drugs
For a couple of views
Cuz nobody amused & the funny thing is
I’ll be cleaning my knuckles up when reality hits
Keep on checking the check like “where the salary is?”
I’m still running this thing like "what a calorie is?"
And it’s back to the biz
And it’s back to the biz
I mean the funny thing is
They told me WAIT on my last SET
RUSH and I PASSED it
Trying to make a POINT after I just made a BASKET
Galaxy draws if a bitch want space
Recognize what’s drawn can’t be retraced
Like a Glock 19 on the side of my waist
Or a chalk outline on the side of your face
The irony of getting STRONGER by the WEEK
While everybody telling me to turn the other cheek
Kiss my ass
I’m running outta time
There’s only so much you can do with a line
Either take it to the face just to kill the pain today
Or wait behind a nigga just to get your fucking pay

My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word
My whip, My drip,My hoes,My word