Lyrics:
you got it
It was there from the start, I just hope you spot it
'cause it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper
Words to live by will leave
fenty
Got a call from Rhi, Finna be
The new face of beauty by Fenty
Never knew a hoodied chick be
Lookin' so sexy
Phone Onika (to) tell her I'm ready
They call me Yungstar Millz
A.K.A. Yung Master Millz
Thats my new nickname
And I still spit flames
And you know I do my thang
Yeah
Feel it
In my room
la la. I be smokin'
It hitten me right I'll be loakin'
Them bullshit trees you be rollin'
Barely give you a buzz, me I get high
I admit I got
he got a body (he got a body)
Flippin' work just like karate, you just gotta kick it right (right)
Baggin' sheetrock til the morning, we ain't even cut
on my mood
Ain't saying no names the feds watching my moves
If he die they go live wit my face on the news
I got money to make and bitch it ain't no fool
like young Cole
Dollar with a big dream
Watch the kid work
I hope you gotta big screen
Getting what’s mine
If it’s gone then I took it
The way I’m going
yeah
They ain't really have shit
This what I dreamed about when
I was a lil' kid
Yeah i got that bag, but you look at that
Like a preview of my cash,
the po'
It's double jeopardy if you're black or latino
They got their muthafuckin' drugs in the slums
Got us killing one another over crumbs
Think I'm
just got home nigga, you tryna live nigga
Me I don't wanna do another 5 years nigga
The boss is testing yo ass, the feds'll question yo ass
They be
I know that you're waiting for the new stuff it'll come
I think that they hate that I don't care for what they've done
I've moved out the city, now
don't give a fuck)
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin' with ('cause I don't give a fuck)
Loadin' the cup, folk, loadin' it
’re selling
Acting like Magellan
Wish he had fell in
The book is just spelling
Yet you think it should dictate how I live
Abrahamic religions say not
You a lil boy you not in my rank
I'm smoking on gas and that shit stank
Keep me a drum I'm not talking percussion
Got a AK bitch I feel like I'm Russian
Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bentley hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it on my face let
y'all
Then I could go to the grave knowing I did my job
Did my job by not promoting a false reality
Touching the world, got to make this music live
calling for back up
I'm a bebe's kid, I'm finna act up
Cup stay muddy it's full of that bad stuff
Bitch you ain't bad enough tell that hoe back up
Had
Chevy just call it a box
Forgis g6 roof n da top
You Dump @ my shyt im spinning the block
( blaahhh ) isaa switch on da glock
Pump 7 I got it
here, grind on these streets
I know the deal out here
It's real out here
Got b**** bud murder and I'm still out here
Rockland, Murder INC. you get
tell him I bought you that stuff? (I mean)
These hoes fake, let's keep it a bean
Young Seven Nine, or I go by Hajim (yeah)
Her shit is fatter when
and gone somewhere in the
Remember what special ed said I got it made
Play games wit me boy you gon need first aid
Im bout money you bout trickin' we
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
drink it all up
Now you got the fusion Black
I think about the days of way
When everybody actually played
And the funk rhymes slave
You know what I live
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