Sleep walking, part two
Ay, (Zombie on the track), uh
Straight off the rip get to the bag
The plan is to triple my cash and shit on my past, ay
Had to put a lock on my heart cuz the love don't last, uh (no)
Really rich but I'm humble but I won't brag, mmh
But I just blew 40k on a piece, VVs
Freezing, sick shit
Every time I wear it I'm sneezing, sheesh
2020 gotta level up increase (beast)
Gotta talk to these little dumb niggas preach (preach)
New money but I'm getting back to my old ways
Still hood nigga
Still gotta get the chicken wings with the lo mein
Still good when I pull up
Clap, clap red lyfe it's a bro thing
Probably with three niggas
But when it's war time it's the whole gang
Take your bitch then I f*ck her
She ain't coming back homie it's a sure thing
Poor thing, I don't cuff a broke bitch
And I don't cuff a no name, no
Two tone cuban links white and rosé
Broke niggas ain't never been in no banks
Ya'll really hoe made
Bank account on barcode gotta long nose
Send an op to the crossroads
Life taught me keep a eye open and my heart closed
Staring at the bottom of the Hennessy bottle man it's a dark hole
Seeing my brother name on that tombstone
Turn my heart to a charcoal
Life is a bitch, little trifling bitch (ay)
Most of these models be broke stop hyping that bitch, ay
Ig got you out here feeling yourself
You got likes but you ain't got no wealth
Go get help bitch
Independent winning
When I get a check I ain't never gotta split it
Making women fall in love with me
I ain't even gotta hit it
Most of you rappers be cappers
They fake I can feel it in my spirit (I can see it)
Ex still hitting my line
Decline I don't even wanna hear it (click)
Chain so loud, I'm deaf now
Wrist on wet towel, they upset now, yeah, uh
Life is such a let down
So I'm pouring up whenever I'm stressed out
Drinking most of the bottle
For my dead niggas gotta pour the rest out
You know I ain't no tricking nigga
I treat a hoe like a step child
Amiri jeans with the reptiles
With the Diors it's a flex now
Fell in love with the money
Got my first mil' now I'm obsessed now
'Bout to do a couple movies out in Hollywood
Catch me on the West now
Old friends turn new enemies
Hating wanna send threats now
Put a price on a nigga head
He correct now, I collect now
LLC real estate I get a check and invest now
Buying properties, Black monopoly
No checkers, this chess now
(Zombie on the track)
Young MA - 2020 Vision Lyrics
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Sleep walking, part two
Ay, (Zombie on the track), uh
Straight off the rip get to the bag
The plan is to triple my cash and shit on my past, ay
Had to put a lock on my heart cuz the love don't last, uh (no)
Really rich but I'm humble but I won't brag, mmh
But I just blew 40k on a piece, VVs
Freezing, sick shit
Every time I wear it I'm sneezing, sheesh
2020 gotta level up increase (beast)
Gotta talk to these little dumb niggas preach (preach)
New money but I'm getting back to my old ways
Still hood nigga
Still gotta get the chicken wings with the lo mein
Still good when I pull up
Clap, clap red lyfe it's a bro thing
Probably with three niggas
But when it's war time it's the whole gang
Take your bitch then I f*ck her
She ain't coming back homie it's a sure thing
Poor thing, I don't cuff a broke bitch
And I don't cuff a no name, no
Two tone cuban links white and rosé
Broke niggas ain't never been in no banks
Ya'll really hoe made
Bank account on barcode gotta long nose
Send an op to the crossroads
Life taught me keep a eye open and my heart closed
Staring at the bottom of the Hennessy bottle man it's a dark hole
Seeing my brother name on that tombstone
Turn my heart to a charcoal
Life is a bitch, little trifling bitch (ay)
Most of these models be broke stop hyping that bitch, ay
Ig got you out here feeling yourself
You got likes but you ain't got no wealth
Go get help bitch
Independent winning
When I get a check I ain't never gotta split it
Making women fall in love with me
I ain't even gotta hit it
Most of you rappers be cappers
They fake I can feel it in my spirit (I can see it)
Ex still hitting my line
Decline I don't even wanna hear it (click)
Chain so loud, I'm deaf now
Wrist on wet towel, they upset now, yeah, uh
Life is such a let down
So I'm pouring up whenever I'm stressed out
Drinking most of the bottle
For my dead niggas gotta pour the rest out
You know I ain't no tricking nigga
I treat a hoe like a step child
Amiri jeans with the reptiles
With the Diors it's a flex now
Fell in love with the money
Got my first mil' now I'm obsessed now
'Bout to do a couple movies out in Hollywood
Catch me on the West now
Old friends turn new enemies
Hating wanna send threats now
Put a price on a nigga head
He correct now, I collect now
LLC real estate I get a check and invest now
Buying properties, Black monopoly
No checkers, this chess now
(Zombie on the track)
Ay, (Zombie on the track), uh
Straight off the rip get to the bag
The plan is to triple my cash and shit on my past, ay
Had to put a lock on my heart cuz the love don't last, uh (no)
Really rich but I'm humble but I won't brag, mmh
But I just blew 40k on a piece, VVs
Freezing, sick shit
Every time I wear it I'm sneezing, sheesh
2020 gotta level up increase (beast)
Gotta talk to these little dumb niggas preach (preach)
New money but I'm getting back to my old ways
Still hood nigga
Still gotta get the chicken wings with the lo mein
Still good when I pull up
Clap, clap red lyfe it's a bro thing
Probably with three niggas
But when it's war time it's the whole gang
Take your bitch then I f*ck her
She ain't coming back homie it's a sure thing
Poor thing, I don't cuff a broke bitch
And I don't cuff a no name, no
Two tone cuban links white and rosé
Broke niggas ain't never been in no banks
Ya'll really hoe made
Bank account on barcode gotta long nose
Send an op to the crossroads
Life taught me keep a eye open and my heart closed
Staring at the bottom of the Hennessy bottle man it's a dark hole
Seeing my brother name on that tombstone
Turn my heart to a charcoal
Life is a bitch, little trifling bitch (ay)
Most of these models be broke stop hyping that bitch, ay
Ig got you out here feeling yourself
You got likes but you ain't got no wealth
Go get help bitch
Independent winning
When I get a check I ain't never gotta split it
Making women fall in love with me
I ain't even gotta hit it
Most of you rappers be cappers
They fake I can feel it in my spirit (I can see it)
Ex still hitting my line
Decline I don't even wanna hear it (click)
Chain so loud, I'm deaf now
Wrist on wet towel, they upset now, yeah, uh
Life is such a let down
So I'm pouring up whenever I'm stressed out
Drinking most of the bottle
For my dead niggas gotta pour the rest out
You know I ain't no tricking nigga
I treat a hoe like a step child
Amiri jeans with the reptiles
With the Diors it's a flex now
Fell in love with the money
Got my first mil' now I'm obsessed now
'Bout to do a couple movies out in Hollywood
Catch me on the West now
Old friends turn new enemies
Hating wanna send threats now
Put a price on a nigga head
He correct now, I collect now
LLC real estate I get a check and invest now
Buying properties, Black monopoly
No checkers, this chess now
(Zombie on the track)
Writer: Katorah Marrero
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC