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YungNygma

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I'm rollin' up that gas inside a blunt and burn it on my own
I can't see a thing, bitch, I've been blinded by the fuckin' smoke
Workin' on my craft, I lock myself inside the studio
The ganja got me lifted, but my eyelids sinkin' hella low
I'm rollin' up that gas inside a blunt and burn it on my own
I can't see a thing, bitch, I've been blinded by the fuckin' smoke
Workin' on my craft, I lock myself inside the studio
The ganja got me lifted, but my eyelids sinkin' hella low
Bitch, I'm on another level, faded off some other shit
I've been fuckin' rollin', YungNygma geekin' up in the whip
In the dead of night, record my verses and don't leave the crib
I've been crushin' XO's in the dust and it get me lit
Scratch the name off of the paper, add another to the list
You can't fuckin' reach me, nobody really as high as this
You can take your shots, but I guarantee that you're gonna miss
I say what I want, if you don't like it, you can suck my dick
All that shit that comin' out your mouth don't mean a fuckin' thing
You should think about the shit you say before you fuckin' speak
Bitch, I triple check my work before I say that it's complete
I'ma do the shit I do and take over the fuckin' scene
You heard it from YungNygma that B.Y.B. is the fuckin' team
We comin' from the underground where we runnin' beneath the streets
(You heard it from YungNygma that B.Y.B. is the fuckin' team
We comin' from the underground where we runnin' beneath the streets)
I'm rollin' up that gas inside a blunt and burnin' on my own
I can't see a thing, bitch, I've been blinded by the fuckin' smoke
Workin' on my craft, I lock myself inside the studio
The ganja got me lifted, but my eyelids sinkin' hella low
I'm rollin' up that gas inside a blunt and burnin' on my own
I can't see a thing, bitch, I've been blinded by the fuckin' smoke
Workin' on my craft, I lock myself inside the studio
The ganja got me lifted, but my eyelids sinkin' hella low
Bitch, I'm fuckin' zooted and we zoomin' through the back street
Speedin' through traffic and there's no way that you can pass me
Runnin' up the tracks, I'm feelin' like I'm an athlete
Tryna raise the bar, cause people be fuckin' trashy
Black on black to fit, no need to be fuckin' flashy
I've been clockin' grip, that means that I'm never lackin
I'm the one % that makes it out of the fractions
(I'm the one % that makes it out of the fractions)
You can keep on hatin', I promise that I'll keep doin' this
I'm makin' my own movement and callin' it "Exit 46"
Burnin' somethin' up and slowly fade in the mist
Nygma, did a gram of coke before we hopped in the Lyft
You think that I ain't shit, but I'm provin' that I'm legit
When we up on the stage, everybody be gettin' lit
So what, I'm just a loser, I'm tryin' to fuckin' win
(So what, I'm just a loser, I'm tryin' to fuckin' win)

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