It's Soprano, nigga
You know, my shit hit a little different
Vybez, what up
I love you, Pauly
Livin' fast, but I never crash, this shit is us
From gettin' bagged to blowin' bags, I'm tryna live it up
Fitted tux, they kill my pops cause he ain't give it up
My biggest fear is leavin' here and I ain't live enough
Like I ain't talk to my kids enough
Or feel ashamed like I ain't did enough
If it's up, it's up, but my faction don't knuckle up
They up and buck, niggas think they tough, till it's war
Now they got the bubble guts, bubble coat, I'm just tryna bubble now
Niggas talkin' spicy, but ain't no smoke around
Took a few L's, but I'm focused now
I can never break those vows
Plug through a bomb and they say, shit, that shit was so profound
I get a funny feelin' when a snake around
Precision when I aim the pound
I'm throwin' no hitters when I take the mound
I swear I got demons from my past that I'm facin' now
I see some young niggas turn cold, now they faceing trial
Swear the shit I seen is so surreal I can't crack a smile
Facts, nigga
I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back
They be screamin' chill, just relax
I want a hundred mil, I can live with that
And I want that shit after taxes
Yeah
Uh
Yea
I be in my mind bout a lot
Lamborghini dreamin', tryna grind to the top
I don't be pressed about them niggas if they got me or not
Run up in your spot and give me all that you got
Yeah, it's drama time
Young niggas starvin' like it was Ramadan
I sell coke to your mom
I ain't even blood, but you know it's free all the slimes
I be rollin' all these blunts, tryna ease up my mind
You know I got it, I'm fine
People change at the drop of a dime
And funny how you changed and you droppin' a dime
I gotta respect what they told me
You fraud, you don't know me
Shit weird
Caught in the middle of Showing the old me
You niggas be crashin' out for the clout
Like, what the f*ck that's about
I just run it up, get to a bag, and be out
Surrounded by death, but I be duckin', tryna get out
I just live my life in the clouds
We young, buck & we wild
I can see Quan right now, smilin' as he look down
Lookin' at me as I'm facin' this trial
Prayin' I take a dub at this trial
Corny niggas livin' foul
I was never throwin' a towel
I just play my lane
I wish you niggas would do the same
But f*ck it, I can't complain, I'm livin'
I just go out and get it
And I swear I had to show that I'm different
I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back
They be screamin' chill, just relax
I want a hundred mil, I can live with that
And I want that shit after taxes
I want that shit after taxes
Mr vybez - Tax Return (feat. Facts Soprano) Lyrics
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It's Soprano, nigga
You know, my shit hit a little different
Vybez, what up
I love you, Pauly
Livin' fast, but I never crash, this shit is us
From gettin' bagged to blowin' bags, I'm tryna live it up
Fitted tux, they kill my pops cause he ain't give it up
My biggest fear is leavin' here and I ain't live enough
Like I ain't talk to my kids enough
Or feel ashamed like I ain't did enough
If it's up, it's up, but my faction don't knuckle up
They up and buck, niggas think they tough, till it's war
Now they got the bubble guts, bubble coat, I'm just tryna bubble now
Niggas talkin' spicy, but ain't no smoke around
Took a few L's, but I'm focused now
I can never break those vows
Plug through a bomb and they say, shit, that shit was so profound
I get a funny feelin' when a snake around
Precision when I aim the pound
I'm throwin' no hitters when I take the mound
I swear I got demons from my past that I'm facin' now
I see some young niggas turn cold, now they faceing trial
Swear the shit I seen is so surreal I can't crack a smile
Facts, nigga
I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back
They be screamin' chill, just relax
I want a hundred mil, I can live with that
And I want that shit after taxes
Yeah
Uh
Yea
I be in my mind bout a lot
Lamborghini dreamin', tryna grind to the top
I don't be pressed about them niggas if they got me or not
Run up in your spot and give me all that you got
Yeah, it's drama time
Young niggas starvin' like it was Ramadan
I sell coke to your mom
I ain't even blood, but you know it's free all the slimes
I be rollin' all these blunts, tryna ease up my mind
You know I got it, I'm fine
People change at the drop of a dime
And funny how you changed and you droppin' a dime
I gotta respect what they told me
You fraud, you don't know me
Shit weird
Caught in the middle of Showing the old me
You niggas be crashin' out for the clout
Like, what the f*ck that's about
I just run it up, get to a bag, and be out
Surrounded by death, but I be duckin', tryna get out
I just live my life in the clouds
We young, buck & we wild
I can see Quan right now, smilin' as he look down
Lookin' at me as I'm facin' this trial
Prayin' I take a dub at this trial
Corny niggas livin' foul
I was never throwin' a towel
I just play my lane
I wish you niggas would do the same
But f*ck it, I can't complain, I'm livin'
I just go out and get it
And I swear I had to show that I'm different
I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back
They be screamin' chill, just relax
I want a hundred mil, I can live with that
And I want that shit after taxes
I want that shit after taxes
You know, my shit hit a little different
Vybez, what up
I love you, Pauly
Livin' fast, but I never crash, this shit is us
From gettin' bagged to blowin' bags, I'm tryna live it up
Fitted tux, they kill my pops cause he ain't give it up
My biggest fear is leavin' here and I ain't live enough
Like I ain't talk to my kids enough
Or feel ashamed like I ain't did enough
If it's up, it's up, but my faction don't knuckle up
They up and buck, niggas think they tough, till it's war
Now they got the bubble guts, bubble coat, I'm just tryna bubble now
Niggas talkin' spicy, but ain't no smoke around
Took a few L's, but I'm focused now
I can never break those vows
Plug through a bomb and they say, shit, that shit was so profound
I get a funny feelin' when a snake around
Precision when I aim the pound
I'm throwin' no hitters when I take the mound
I swear I got demons from my past that I'm facin' now
I see some young niggas turn cold, now they faceing trial
Swear the shit I seen is so surreal I can't crack a smile
Facts, nigga
I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back
They be screamin' chill, just relax
I want a hundred mil, I can live with that
And I want that shit after taxes
Yeah
Uh
Yea
I be in my mind bout a lot
Lamborghini dreamin', tryna grind to the top
I don't be pressed about them niggas if they got me or not
Run up in your spot and give me all that you got
Yeah, it's drama time
Young niggas starvin' like it was Ramadan
I sell coke to your mom
I ain't even blood, but you know it's free all the slimes
I be rollin' all these blunts, tryna ease up my mind
You know I got it, I'm fine
People change at the drop of a dime
And funny how you changed and you droppin' a dime
I gotta respect what they told me
You fraud, you don't know me
Shit weird
Caught in the middle of Showing the old me
You niggas be crashin' out for the clout
Like, what the f*ck that's about
I just run it up, get to a bag, and be out
Surrounded by death, but I be duckin', tryna get out
I just live my life in the clouds
We young, buck & we wild
I can see Quan right now, smilin' as he look down
Lookin' at me as I'm facin' this trial
Prayin' I take a dub at this trial
Corny niggas livin' foul
I was never throwin' a towel
I just play my lane
I wish you niggas would do the same
But f*ck it, I can't complain, I'm livin'
I just go out and get it
And I swear I had to show that I'm different
I just go get it, run it up, and I bring it back
They be screamin' chill, just relax
I want a hundred mil, I can live with that
And I want that shit after taxes
I want that shit after taxes
Writer: Gerald Parker Jr, Glen Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid