Lyrics:
you leave in your blood
Goin' in flippin' hundreds get the young
Show 'em where it go
Float on the floor
Gettin' more dough
Grind hard go
Black
key
Throwback 6 Oz ADI
Mii not get it
Prolly not
Back to butterflies
Whooo, gettin’ hot
I ain’t talkin’ zips in a key
But the key to da heart not
nothing
Then I just be frontin', buggin'
All my homies and my family
I put that on mother vein
Play by the summers it's goin' to be insanity
It ain't easy,
And when I bust I yell, "Eureka"
And when I bust I yell, "Eureka"
Six shit
Dropped out of school, I fucked the teacher
Spent a mill
to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her
It's Young Money, motherfucker, game over
Shots leave your body, lookin' like you doin' yoga
And Lord knows I'm
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
it
And all your little kids is doin' is gettin' bigger
You tryin' not to raise 'em around these wild niggas
Beef is when a gold digger got ya seat
on a mill', mill'
Loddi, doddi, chill, chill
Something kinda ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
it
I see you out & drop clips faster den Meek Mill be spittin
Hit the A i be ballin like I'm Ice Trae
Or Trae Jeff I treat da trap like a easy lay
Dey
business (yeah!)
[B.C.] Whatta, bout my b****es who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
[B.C.] Gettin money and n**** it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
[B.C.]
You can just say I'm gettin' it
I got my top down, chillin'
Young nigga in a P hat fitted
I go, I go, I go get it
I go, I go, I go get it whoa, whoa,
that's Young Sinatra
Prepare for departure, partner
Just me and my room, steady vision like a Dolly zoom
Hopin' I'll make it out, probably soon
Smoke
got real
Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field
Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film
I ain't never your kind, late but I'm
While I'm fuckin' Geeked, oh yeah
Gettin' them mills, feel like I'm meek
Bitch, I'm ballin', just like the heat, yeah
Baby girl, I got everything you
what you want
Puppy love
Puppy love call it what you want, bitch
Puppy love, call it what you want
1975 I was just a young pup
Tryin' to learn
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
B.G.
Young niggas gettin busy
Totin' K's like it ain't nothin'
Uptown niggas buckin' like it ain't nothin'
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I
take deals
In a couple months
Not years
Guaranteed to make mills
Guaranteed to make mills
Oh no not Meek
But I’m gettin to the Mills
Pockets on fleek
Delta 88 or the sports Range?, Scarface
Stick to the script, I never snort 'caine, should've been
On that Meek Mill song 'I'm a Boss'
Even if I take
Oooooo-ooooo-oooooh, aaaah
I've been gettin' drunk as fuck
At night, can't sleep
Multiplying toes on me
Out here, yeah, out here
Yeah
(Metro
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
is "The Villain"
My homey from the see-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
As I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it
Wanted Designer Wanted to style it
Wanted a thick hoe Wanted a Stallion
Wanted the Mills won't settle for Thousands
Saw a Cuban wanna be crowded
I use
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