Lyrics:
dirty and play victim blows my mind
I was scarred from issues, you said it would heal in time
Try to hide your past up in the dark
But call my body
at what it cost us
Life is just a toss up
Let me put my J's on
Kobe till the days gone
Me I'm just a swan song
Hauling on the bong long
Searching for relief
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
lost boy who was flier than Peter Pan
Thought damn, this nigga shoot mills out his dick
Meanwhile I started putting hoes over school
No more holes in my
Cash on my plate I ain't missing no supper
Spent time in her mouth but I never did cuffer
She was to bad had my mind in the gutter
Richard Mill gold
to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her
Aww, that's how
Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present
The fifty mill you gave me, was a sound investment
This time around we gon sell 5, no less than 4 on a slow
Gotta have a big, bad bank account, not pity amounts
Bud by the pound, smoke a motherfuckin' ounce
A mean ass crib, all digital studio
And some
patience a virtue
Divert your mentions be safe before I hurt you
Work to
Hard to be passing the purp to
New niggas I don't know
Go home its past your
I'm on my own right now
I just tell the truth cuz I don't even care that much to lie
When times get tough babygirl I need you by my side
Just stay
a new thing
Got rejected once now I’m back in full swing
Uh, one time lemme hear it one time
“Fuck you bitch you can’t take what’s mine
And Ima leave
my thoughts out loud
Only in the page, in tune, rhythm in the sound
My actions betray my intent, and make it a mess
So in the past when the other
slow mo
That shit make me go super saiyan, babes what you saying
This one here got x and j's in her name so much and she's Albanian
My past was
When it rain then it rainbows
Eyes red like Kano
Unchained, I'm Django
Don't want smoke, Just say no
From the block, fuck J LO
In my prime, I'm Bezos
setters
Better know they call me Big Steppa, sleep with the four-five
By the dresser, steady going hard, no, I can't let up
Time comin' now, so I gotta keep
cause these niggas ain't trained
These niggas tryna walk in my J's and can't even relate
Tryna walk in my J's and don't know what I paid
Don't know what I
I got my drank poured
I got these j's rolled up
No need to change clothes
I'll be fine in what I got on
Keep meeting new hoes
And fucking
Educates people at the same time pays my rent
You've been hearin' me now for the past twelve semesters
When the suckers stepped up I had to use
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
Today should be a time of grand celebration
My first council occasion, my job placement
Today marks the first of three
Ceremonies that signify
INTRO
Get the money daddy. I got em J. I got you baby. It's Young Mill$ in the building baby. It's me. It's lit.
My son told me to get this paper.
In my past tense I had dreams of ballin' like Dayton
Till my time went like I woke up cuz they faded
And it seem like if you speak ya dreams get
Our Father, which are in Heaven
Real street niggas appreciate every blessin'
Give us this day, our daily bread
One time for all the homies in
matte-black Ferrari, uh
I still get a quarter mill' to snatch past the party, uh
Slid in her DM and she hit back, she was smart enough
And they say I'm way
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