Lyrics:
the best at
Whatever you do and that's my
Mentality i believed that
I was the best in the world at what I ever
Did and I had the motivation that was needed
know I
Don't wanna be put in the spotlight
Back in the zone everything I touch gold, Midas
If you find me in the coal know that I'm heating up
Soon to be
Party people, party people, do you wanna get funky?
Get down, get down, you know
Up jump the boogie, so I've jumped up with it
We smoke weed by
told him I didn't have
It then close my door
Tell me how much how much a dollar costs?
And this a freestyle beginning
And if you know me you know KDot
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis West Coast
think I'm trippin fool I ain't bullshittin
You betta read up on dis shit to keep the latest non-fiction
Watch out for the friction
Dis West Coast
coming
And now I know I found you
Cause you had me at hello, hello, hello
And the stars must come alive
From my lucky chance at love
If you let you out
Gotta baddie in ATL like Kiyomi Leslie
I be ridin thru the city gettin gwuap, countin fetti
These girls keep puttin hands on me finna foul out
You ain't
we still together
It’s on you, yeah
It's on you
I got baggage, I’m a savage
It’s okay yuh
Spit these bars, harmonize like I’m Sega
Get the mask with
’m busting west shots
I got the cheat code I’m shooting through yo' vest on
If y’all dissing y’all could become some dead opps
You should know by now that I
do for them
If you lucky enough to have some then
You know what I'm talkin' bout
Friends, how many of us have them
And not that many
The chances
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah uh
Fuck a Gucci Louis Prada
I rock yeezys just to match
Pound cake strong as hell
Bitch I'm smoking on that pack
If you ever
Grind, crime, that's all I see when I open up
Baby girl, fuckin' you now before I blow up, you know what?
I seen your kind before
High saditty, but
Grind, crime, that's all I see when I open up
Baby girl, fuckin' you now before I blow up, you know what?
I seen your kind before
High saditty, but
a parking ticket, double digit
If I get it up in Maine
I got jokes, I'm never funny with the written
Maybe you heard about it
Sunny disposition, with
some more
No you did not get the point, so I had to say it some moreNevertheless, I'm still improbable
But here I am, so I guess it's possible
But I
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
And I don't know if I will make it but I'll do my best
Sorry I didn't let you in
Oh when I went out west
Didn't wanna come back 'till I had something
(F*** e'rybody)
Hehehe
Thug style out this motherf***a' n****s throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherf***in'
(Fuck e'rybody)
Hehehe
Thug style out this motherfucka' niggas throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin'
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
would be. Even if they were awkward for years. At least I had that now. I had nothing. Now I was an orphan. I had no career, no family, no home, nothing
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