Jeh $inatra - Lord Willin Lyrics

Look, its a different type of cloth now, young nigga leveled up
Listening to these new niggas, good luck trying to level up

We trying to get our bread up
Lord knows they never fed us
Being broke got us fed up
This crown heavy, but I gotta keep my head up

Yeah, shit never scared us, was too busy trying to run shit
It's about the size of a period, small circles what I run wit

Went from doing dumb shit, to trying to make it on the Forbes list
Too many greats came before us, nigga we just trying to keep the torch lit

Nah... they don't really hear us
See our vision as the picture gets clearer

The top couldn't be any nearer
I see a king when I'm staring in the mirror

Young nigga, the one nigga
Let me see ya resume what you done nigga

Look at what I have become nigga
Still standing here after staring at a gun nigga...Real

I move with some kings
Word to Richie cuz we're on to better things

Yeah, nigga peep my regime
Family over everything's the tune that we sing

Uh, we gotta realize this dream
Niggas talking bout rings but they don't fit the team

Bada boom bada bing
Watch the prince become a king man I feel like Hakeem

Yeah, thats royalty
I'm favored by the gods, f*cking right they anointed me

Product of the hustle but a nigga really corporate see
Rappers talking reckless I advise you act accordingly

I laugh when they talk about rhymes
Talk about running shit three laps behind

Let me meditate, I need it relax my mind
Before I snap on these rappers turn to this shit to columbine

Hmmm... a legend I define
Since I wrote for my first rhyme man I knew this shit was mine

Nigga trying to spoil his moms
All my niggas on they jobs

Real clean in this coupe not a slob
BHMG, low key, we the mob

Nigga are you Stevie wonder blind
We got millions on our minds just give us a little time we'll get it

Uh, we move at a different pace
Little do you know nigga this is a different race

Yeah, talking marathon shit
While y'all dudes getting winded we pass the baton bitch

See, this was all by design
Pure genius what I cook up in my mind

It's time I put it all on the line
Cuz we trying to see M's from them nickels and them dimes

We need money from floor to ceiling
Buy property and own the whole building

And leave it all to our children
When we die that's the mission

I studied the game at a young age
Making dumb moves never got you dumb paid

Shit we doing deserves the front page
Watch us rule the world one day