Текст песни It Would Not - CuzFrmThird

Detroit, you know I got you
Yeah, believe it
We ain't having it no more
This how you be when they talk crazy
Like make it make sense
Support you with what
Can I Do What For You
Fuck I look like
You can miss me with the B.S.
Thought you had one
Thought you was slick huh
Yeah you tried it
It just would not
Ever ever happen

I ain't in to making friends
I'm into making bands
They kick you when you down
Till you get the upper hand
Yeah, this the type of shit we moving bag to
Matter of fact this
What ya hoe throwing ass to
I be driving wit' one knee
While I'm doing the count it up
Man, all this dirty money giving me paper cut
Put a loaf of bread together everybody want a slice
Your middle man ass in the way of a better price
Fuck racism, I served all white in some all whites
Pros over hoes, how it goes to keep re-up right
She thought I ain't know better
Business before pleasure
A winter baby, I won't fall like autumn weather
Global warming, move fires, travel with heat
Stop beefing on the net and leave it in the streets
Truth be told I lied to police
Cracking niggas head, I tried to keep the peace

One of you hoes or hoe niggas finessing me (It would not)
I'm with the shits so me lacking out in these streets (It would not)
I sold it all but selling my soul for cheap (It would not)
Trusting you or falling for one of these freaks (It would not)
One of you hoes or hoe niggas finessing me (It would not)
I sold it all but selling my soul for cheap (It would not)
Trusting you or falling for one of these freaks (It would not)
I'm with the shits so me lacking out in these streets (It would not)

I hear you talking cray' cray', you still ain't made no sense
You said it was dope, I seen it like what the fuck is this
Ok, your mans got it cool
What you doing, not shit
Called your bluff, pulled your card
Now you acting like a bitch
Cuz popped up dead for thinking with the wrong head
It ain't no morals with half these hoes for the bread
Not giving you the benefit of the doubt
The last time I looked out I got left ass out
I let you all do the doping, I'm a do the selling
This new shit I got loud, it be yelling
And this my rap sheet, I'm a convicted felon
And I don't even like to brag, big facts
Press the button on the keyboard, you all all caps
Some of you players is pussycats in Detroit lying
You follow the leader, I'm a lead the line
Niggas got to wait they turn, I had to wait for mine

One of you hoes or hoe niggas finessing me (It would not)
I'm with the shits so me lacking out in these streets (It would not)
I sold it all but selling my soul for cheap (It would not)
Trusting you or falling for one of these freaks (It would not)
One of you hoes or hoe niggas finessing me (It would not)
I sold it all but selling my soul for cheap (It would not)
Trusting you or falling for one of these freaks (It would not)
I'm with the shits so me lacking out in these streets (It would not)

Yeah, it's foot on they neck season
And I ain't letting up either
What you expect
You made me this way
All dubs, no more L's
You tried it
Spin me, finesse me, play me
It would not
Ever ever happen