(Richie)
(B100)
(And my music so f*ckin' Majorx)
No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm livin' even better
Writin' notes, this a thug letter
Tryna get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhymin' with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG still throw back
Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat
Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at
Livin' my life, this just ain't rap
F*ck-ass niggas be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
I'm a hood baby, everybody know
Growin' up, pops slangin' dope
In poverty, the funds been low
My big brother in and out of court
I'm saving up 'cause you never know
Old money stashed in the floor
Judge called life for the bro
Damn, they did my nigga wrong
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
I want you to hold it all the way down for a real nigga
I appreciate the family that's on my side and that's still with me
No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm livin' even better
Writin' notes, this a thug letter
Tryna get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhymin' with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG still throw back
Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat
Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at
Livin' my life, this just ain't rap
F*ck-ass niggas be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
A lot of fans tellin' me that I made it
Came from nothin', I'm on-on, baby
Stackin' real Benjamins up lately
How you hatin' and your shit outdated?
In the studio, I'm gettin' faded
Old school, put the bitch on Daytons
Private chef whippin' grits and bacon
I hustle for it, I can't let you take it
Ain't no money for you inside
Crossing states in the Redeye
It feel so late, but I'm on time
Pass me the ball, I'ma dunk mine
OG Mason, real on the dime
Great lamb chops from Ocean Prime
Gettin' more money, still on my mind
Flip that shit when it's crunch time
(That's why we gon') paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
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(Richie)
(B100)
(And my music so f*ckin' Majorx)
No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm livin' even better
Writin' notes, this a thug letter
Tryna get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhymin' with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG still throw back
Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat
Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at
Livin' my life, this just ain't rap
F*ck-ass niggas be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
I'm a hood baby, everybody know
Growin' up, pops slangin' dope
In poverty, the funds been low
My big brother in and out of court
I'm saving up 'cause you never know
Old money stashed in the floor
Judge called life for the bro
Damn, they did my nigga wrong
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
I want you to hold it all the way down for a real nigga
I appreciate the family that's on my side and that's still with me
No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm livin' even better
Writin' notes, this a thug letter
Tryna get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhymin' with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG still throw back
Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat
Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at
Livin' my life, this just ain't rap
F*ck-ass niggas be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
A lot of fans tellin' me that I made it
Came from nothin', I'm on-on, baby
Stackin' real Benjamins up lately
How you hatin' and your shit outdated?
In the studio, I'm gettin' faded
Old school, put the bitch on Daytons
Private chef whippin' grits and bacon
I hustle for it, I can't let you take it
Ain't no money for you inside
Crossing states in the Redeye
It feel so late, but I'm on time
Pass me the ball, I'ma dunk mine
OG Mason, real on the dime
Great lamb chops from Ocean Prime
Gettin' more money, still on my mind
Flip that shit when it's crunch time
(That's why we gon') paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
(B100)
(And my music so f*ckin' Majorx)
No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm livin' even better
Writin' notes, this a thug letter
Tryna get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhymin' with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG still throw back
Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat
Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at
Livin' my life, this just ain't rap
F*ck-ass niggas be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
I'm a hood baby, everybody know
Growin' up, pops slangin' dope
In poverty, the funds been low
My big brother in and out of court
I'm saving up 'cause you never know
Old money stashed in the floor
Judge called life for the bro
Damn, they did my nigga wrong
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
I want you to hold it all the way down for a real nigga
I appreciate the family that's on my side and that's still with me
No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella
Came up, now I'm livin' even better
Writin' notes, this a thug letter
Tryna get my mind together
Blood stains on my sweater
Blood on designer denim
Now we eat finer dinners
I ain't just rhymin' with 'em
Can't keep up with no gnats
OG still throw back
Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat
Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at
Livin' my life, this just ain't rap
F*ck-ass niggas be cap
Test these waters, hope you strapped
Finna take my whole life off the map
A lot of fans tellin' me that I made it
Came from nothin', I'm on-on, baby
Stackin' real Benjamins up lately
How you hatin' and your shit outdated?
In the studio, I'm gettin' faded
Old school, put the bitch on Daytons
Private chef whippin' grits and bacon
I hustle for it, I can't let you take it
Ain't no money for you inside
Crossing states in the Redeye
It feel so late, but I'm on time
Pass me the ball, I'ma dunk mine
OG Mason, real on the dime
Great lamb chops from Ocean Prime
Gettin' more money, still on my mind
Flip that shit when it's crunch time
(That's why we gon') paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z
Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be
Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me
This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep
Writer: Jeremy Jones, Marques Gotch
Copyright: Lyrics © RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING