Rich in the North (feat. Yurmsauce)

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Yeah, hmm
Yeah, hmm
Yeah, hmm hmm
Yeah
You say that you're with it, but my heart ain't sure 'bout that
Too many snakes hidin' in the grass
Can't trust nobody, 2020 'bout the cash
Hit the gas, then I dash
Imma just do my thing
I cannot f*ck with these lames, nah
Too many shit reasons from them
Why they ain't bought they mom a new crib, nah
Why they strugglin' to pay for they kid
Same age as they kid, I'm a jit
But I'm up gettin' payed to make hits
On the come up but soon I'll be rich, yeah
Crazy how people go switch
Used to call him my brudda and shit
This year I'm outta this bitch
Makin' my own rules to this shit
V-city get ready, I'm here
City had some talent last year
But nothin' like me man I swear
Different breed, I ain't shed no tear
I ain't get what I want last year
See the haters, I'm well aware
Plottin' on me, prayin' I fail
So I got shit to prove out here
Young as f*ck but I'm feelin' old
Too many drinks, too many blunts I smoked
Throw me in the dirt, Imma blossom
Brodi carry 223's, don't cross him
Do not cross my bro when he look at you
Bitch don't spill your drink on my swooshed up shoes
2020 got a lot to prove, I ain't goin' lose
Finna go and run this cash up like I turned to Jew
You say that you're with it, but my heart ain't sure 'bout that
Too many snakes hidin' in the grass
Can't trust nobody, 2020 'bout the cash
Hit the gas, then I dash
Imma just do my thing
I cannot f*ck with these lames, nah
Too many shit reasons from them
Why they ain't bought they mom a new crib, nah
Why they strugglin' to pay for they kid
Same age as they kid, I'm a jit
But I'm up gettin' payed to make hits
On the come up but soon I'll be rich, yeah
Yeah, woah
I'm gettin' rich
Leprechaun, I got a pot full of gold ey
Your white friend fight demons
She on the molly so she wanna go away
We doin' well, we doin' fine
I know some snakes, they really slime
Bring me my money
I need a lot
But I can't sell my soul ey
I can change, but I won't change
Came from the fire, came from them flames
Feel like a drug
Charlie Sheen
Don't do this, Imma mail your face
I popped a pill, I'm in outer space
I hit a lick, yeah this for the chase
Ice on the chain
Ice on the wrist
Ice on the face, yeah
You on some fake shit now
We don't go for that
We hidin' sticks for real
Yeah we blow him back
Know he a bitch for real
Yeah, he shoulder stacked
I got an AR with shoulder straps
Bring out my dog and hold him back
Give him my flow, I owe him that
Take your head off and I mailed to your momma, I feel like I'm Weezy
Yeah, I hear the flow, I see the act, they wanna be me, yeah
Did a lot a shit that they can't
This ain't easy
I wanna f*ck right now, no playin'
Hoe don't tease me
You say that you're with it, but my heart ain't sure 'bout that
Too many snakes hidin' in the grass
Can't trust nobody, 2020 'bout the cash
Hit the gas, then I dash
Imma just do my thing
I cannot f*ck with these lames, nah
Too many shit reasons from them
Why they ain't bought they mom a new crib, nah
Why they strugglin' to pay for they kid
Same age as they kid, I'm a jit
But I'm up gettin' payed to make hits
On the come up but soon I'll be rich, yeah

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