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Yung Drippy

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Yeah
Heartbreak days, joy-filled nights
But I'm still trying to get it right
All my life my mama been a soldier, she just had to fight
Brand new Richard Mille on my wrist, I'm flying like a kite
I got my brodie locked up in that cell and he can't see no light
Posted on that block 24-7, they gon' call me Dwight
I done seen a lot of niggas changed for fame, but that's the way of life
I been trying to hit that lil shorty, but she be acting trife
I went right past it
Brand new Ashton
Baby, where you from? I'm really fucking with your accent
Young bull on that court, but he don't score no baskets
I be sending bullets, rest in peace Dwayne Haskins
And if you ain't think it through before you said the question, why you ask it
When I cop my first crib, I swear that shit is gon' be massive
And we don't need this shit to live, so what's the point of all these classes
And we ain't had no food, so every Sunday we was fasting
Every Sunday we ain't had no food
I keep a Glock 9 just in case, cause I don't wanna lose
Brodie poured that wockhardt in my drink, cause I don't want no booze
I feel like I'm Drake in 2016 when he was dropping views
I seen my niggas die too many times, so I ain't trying to watch the news
We got the DA on the block, trying to do a search, cause he can't find no clues
Shorty want a Birkin bag, I took that bitch to Charlotte Russe
I know you ain't heard of that, cause you don't really f*ck with music
Brodie told me, bro, you really got a talent, you just have to use it
I seen a bad bitch in the club and she was so amusing
I'm trying to build wealth like Meek Mill and Michael Rubin
If you ain't got no money or got no passions, you are useless
Brodie told me, I'ma blow up one day like Vladimir Putin
If I start losing focus, all this rapping shit is fuckin' ruined
Cuban link with diamonds on my neck, I'm icy like the Bruins
Walk up in the club and all the pretty bitches get to droolin
Heartbreak days, joy-filled nights
But I'm still trying to get it right
All my life my mama been a soldier, she just had to fight
Brand new Richard Mille on my wrist, I'm flying like a kite
I got my brodie locked up in that cell and he can't see no light
Posted on that block 24-7, they gon' call me Dwight
I done seen a lot of niggas changed for fame, but that's the way of life
I been trying to hit that lil shorty, but she be acting trife
I went right past it
If you can't see the vision, go get glasses
I'm still trying to make a song that translates throughout the masses
When Jesus Christ died, we started crossin' foreheads with them qshes
Bitch ain't tryna level up in life, she just wanna do her lashes
And I let a young boy drive my whip, but I just pray to God he never crashes
Cause that shit got some damage and you know it's already fucked up as it is
I can't believe uncle turned 45 and he still ain't got no kids
I'm trying to picture how my life would be if I ain't do that bid
Yeah, I'd probably be out somewhere dope flipping
Brodie trying to get jumped in and he ain't never seen no dope kitichen
I be trying to tell bro to go to college, but he don't listen
And every time I'm shootin' with that rock, I swear it's no missin
And we just wait until the pack touch down and run it back like Joe Mixon
I got them bitches in my section, man, I'm chillin' back with four vixens
It's gettin' real hot, I gotta hold the mic with a fucking mitten
Everything I said was punched in, this was not written

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