My Year (feat. TearDrop, Tyte, Mr. Cain & Lord)

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I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
This here, my year I got to do my thing
Platinum piece with a platinum chain
Put twenty fours on the Escalade
Let the neons glow when I grip the grain
Trunk got bang, and my nine do too
Since ninety-eight, I been wearing FUBU
Nigga, you can't see me, but I can see through you
Faker than fraud, you and your whole crew
F*ck with me and you gone get some lead
Shit, I'm a hold it down, cause my brother went fed
Taking and cocking and pop, pop the clip
And it's pissing me off, pushing me off the edge
F*ck you, nigga, I'm a stack a knot
Pockets stay on swole, cause the block is hot
Where I'm from, we don't run from cops
Green light, red light, we don't stop
We keep on going, hogging all four lanes
Watch out for the screens, cause they fall like rain
Backseat full of niggas getting brain
Unforgettable, yeah, that's the name
They call us Unforgettable, so you can't forget
If you smell boo-boo, nigga, I'm the shit
Watch out for your hoe, cause I'll take the bitch
I got money on my mind cause I wanna be rich
This here my year, I got to show the world
Life ain't all about diamonds and pearls
Fancy thangs and dime piece girls
Like I'm after a nut my nickname Lil Squirrel
I'm the pick of the litter, so this is what we gone do
You can follow my lead, but don't use my shoes
Take this money in this game and stick it like glue
But whatever you do, just keep stacking, boo
I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
U-F-C, be my clique me and my boys be just too thick
Me and my boys can't be fucked with
Cause them U-F-C boys be packing clips
I'm quick to swing right through your block
All my boys got their hand on a Glock
Four eighteens, so you know I'm on knock
On the Mitchell street with my trunk gone pop
Introduce myself my name Lil Tyte
Littlest nigga in my clique, quick to brighten up your night
Also known for slitting your throat with a knife
Skerrt off on twankies, straight take your wife
Hater is in my way, I must confess
My Glock, go pop, to relieve all stress
It's your boy Lil Tyte, I'm the best
Also known for putting souls to rest
Had me a clip, so I bought a Glock
Don't have a lake, don't need a dock
But I must invest in my dope stocks
I can chill with them boys up on my block
Think about the Lloyd Rock, Jamie Sprout
My two nephews sure act a clown
If you take the roach pills, they make you go down
Never smoked the weed, that's boo-boo brown
You got a nine, I got a Tech
U-F-C boys show mad respect
Business mayne, we'll break your neck
Have your ass looking like your car wreck
Scarlingen Texas, that's what I claim
My first album was Blue Cocaine
The boy Lil Blue, he the one to blame
For bringing Lil Tyte up in the rap game
See these hoes, everywhere I go
See these hoes, when I'm trying to flow
See these hoes, when I got to do shows
But with all these hoes, I smoke Optimos
I got phones, my hip beep
From a hoe that want me to creep
And after I f*ck, want me to sleep
While held in the arms of T-Y-T-E
There's this hoe, they name Priscilla
She hated on me, so I got to kill her
Don't f*ck around, see I'm about my skrilla
Just wait, till I see that ass, I'm gone get her
Hate the hoes that like to hate
The fake ass niggas that participate
Goddamn my nigga, I know you fake
But don't love a hoe, cause your heart will break
Shout out to my boy they call Black
Mr. Lawrence Grant, but soon he be back
All these haters be smoking crack
Starting rumors on me, putting hollows in your back
Got a brother who on lock
Once again, I be toting Glocks
Nine Oh Four, that's the Mitchell Street block
And I'm still gone shine for my brother Lloyd Rock
Poured up off a four, smoking Optimo
Got love for the streets, but I never love a hoe
I'm a let you know that this here my year
Scream it in your ear, just to make it clear
Swanging on the block, ducking, dodging cops
Creeping through the hood, just serving rocks
To the fiends, I'm all about my green
Smoke Mary Jane and sipping lean
That's a daily thing for me, yeah, my clique
Everywhere we mob, we roll thick
If you want some plato, I'm a pop the clip
In the Tech nine and let it rip
Through your flesh, want to smoke and sess
Leave your family to clean the mess
You know a player like me won't even stress
And I'm a let you know that Lil Cain the best
I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
I bleed the block like Bloody Mary
I die ten times like Machiavelli
I cut your balls off with my chrome machete
If you f*ck it with my skrilla, then you best to be ready
Cause I'm on the ball, but I'm off the chain
This nigga Lord, in the game
A brother like me be stacking my change
Hold up though, cause I'm doing my thang
Cause I'm from the south, the Dirty South
Them Texas boys is in your mouth
You hating on us, so you pay the cost
Empty my clip at your mama house
So now you vision, my collision
U-F-C is on mission
Nothing but platinum is what we spending
This year, my year, so listen up
I pour up some syrup, I clear my cough up
I'm throwed like grenades, so you know I blow up
I stepped in this game and business went up
So now you see what became of me
An underground baller in the thirty-three
Fifth official member of the U-F-C
My rhymes are so throwed, so don't f*ck with me
I say my rhymes so throwed, so don't f*ck with me
I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me
I'm a stack me a mil, even if it kill me
Keep spitting till the world, till the world feel me
Scream in your ear, my year! Hear me?
Even if you don't like it, long as you heard me

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