A1KingHam - MVP Lyrics

A1 da gang I know
That u heard it
Lock that door
When u making Purchase
Came along way
Days I was hurting
Don't be flashing cuz
My young niggas lurking
Bro nem stay locked
Wit da curry
Talking down
We Gone do that boi dirty
I just got the drop
From my lil birdie
We making plays should
Be on 30 for 30
No more free ham
Gotta pay for the feat
Good gas
Get den bags for the cheap
I'm in ya town turn yo
Hoe to a freak
Swear she suck a dick
Like she got her no teeth
YOU gotta run it Cuz
Talking is cheap
I can't smoke ya gas
If you blowing weak
Tryna put on for my gang
Like my name is meech
I ain't playing no sports
But I'm MVP

I am that rose that
Grew outta that mud
Ain't gave us shit
All my Know is to jug
Gotta watch the hate that's
Disguised in the love
Try rob one my gang den
U might catch a slug
I feel like Pac cuz
All eyes be on me
Still do this shit
For my son's n Lee Lee
We use to pose by that store
For weeks
Told my niggas
We gone barll every week
Told my niggas we gone
Make it dats facts
Get us outta dis trap
Yaaa yaaa yaaa
I done took so many losses
So of em I could get back
Yaaa yaaa yaa
Niggas be flashing den racks
Til we run off wit ya pack
Yaa yaa yaa
I ain't wit da sneak talking
Just put the shit on wax
Yaa yaa yaa
You ain't 100
You half
I can see right
Thru ya ass
Yaa yaa yaa
All of these niggas
Some crabs
Keep running off wit
My swagg
Yaa yaa yaa
Bibles still all on my dash
Demons still all in my past
Yaa yaa yaa
They say I be living too fast
So I'm trying just not crash
Yaa yaa yaa

Still tryna figure out
All of dis hating
Played my turn
All dem days I was patient
Member days use to
Serve all the pateients
My nigga really moving shit
Y'all be just faking
All dem nights
Dat I would pray to the lord
When u turn ya back
They stab u wit da sword
Young nigga plugged in
Like a cord
In the trap 2 knocks
At the door
Erybody wanna b that guy
Don't lose ya life over pride
Yaaa yaa yaa
How many grams n the wood
Like 5
I need big blunts keep me high
Yaa yaa yaa
Better know who is gone ride
Envy come from both sides
Yaaa wyaa yaa
All of my niggas gone slide
We might just boot out da ride
Yaa yaa yaa
Never met a man that I feared
Most of these niggas be weird
Yaa yaa yaa
Miss all of my niggas not here
Ones that's gone shed a tear
Yaa yaa yaa
But my foot still on the throat
My nigee gas still rock n roll
Yaa yaa yaa
For my seeds I'm trained to go
Cuz we need plenty more
Yaa yaa yaa