(Any last words?) (Berge always flexin') Oh (It's Malik on the track)
Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar We split that bitch down the middle then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow I say, I had a dream I told Three Pray hard, he chose me AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it tryna leave shit dead on scene Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change I'ma forever stack these millions tryin' my hardest bein' a man
Hold up, wake up, crank up the Rolls-Royce that shit was no choice Know that I gotta keep a double R in my garage I got XD, equipped a light and beam It ain't never less than three security running 'round the yard They talk 'bout how I made it far, I had it hard though Sold soft and hard dope I'm a fucking shame if Three go back to selling P's Know we both might relapse with a five hundred load Play with my heart, I might relapse with five hundred hoes I'm on that money, I leave no gap, I'm flyin' in that Rolls I'm still that same youngin I'm floating off of a twenty tryna take some shit down NBA, your bitch ain't safe, so hide her when I come around Five hundred thousand on that bitch in one day she stayin' down I got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right now I need two for to just put it all in they face like a towel I'm so cool, got that G-Wagen lift up inches like a thesaurus Switch my rims out the place ain't no way they could ignore it I been makin' all these pussy-ass niggas mad I ain't gettin' bored I take one M for one month, just splurge, I just blow it Who gon' take somethin'? You just one cut you gon' die inside that foreign Atlanta projects, got them hitters tryna blow somethin', they knowin' Fuck that fine, that's a full-breed chuckin' through it, snowin' Then I'll breathe, leave my land to my son She so fine, she had fooled me I knew what I was doing, I can't say that my lil' slime ain't tell me nothin' They don't like how all these diamonds on us They don't like how we be shinin' on them And I say, all behind my money Put a bitch off in the trunk and never again you'll ever see 'em Put eighty grand on top of your head and your relatives No hesitation, show 'em the SIG, fuck it he done felt the steel Fuck wrong with me? 'Cause all I think end a nigga career One lucky squeeze, soon as you die have your family in tears We make three bodies drop one night, gravedigging for real We hit our knees, cry to messiah, I swear to stay still Fuck wrong with these niggas? I swear it ain't hard to be real That was your partner he couldn't hold on to charge of the year Picked up that powder he done put down that boy for this year Promised his wife that he wouldn't buy no more cars this year Valuable chick, I had to look, best see stars in the rear Smoking back to back on joes I'm waiting for his heart to just fail Fuck it, told his wife that he wouldn't buy no more watches this year Life been gettin' so frightening need to send out a hawk to stay clear Seventy-five built like Elvis, feel like my uncle in here Knowing that I would never be shit with the most money in here Who got the most money in there? Five grand to her for her to take grandma flowers up there Dropping nothing, that's a hundred that's clear, I send me a hundred through there Hiding behind my money, you'll die if you run up in here I bought ear pieces, want money you'll die 'fore I even much see 'em Tryna shoot drones out in that night they too close to the car porch Cut off my phone late at night what you picking my heart for? Know she got me, but still I think "What she fuckin' old boy for? " At night, I bleed, no serenity, who you think the scar for? Five times jake, Dej could push it and stamp it with Star Wars You could go and ask Birdman I'd push with apple, apple before Five hundred thousand just one verse, my voice a whole load Eight million dollars up in jewelry tell my wife to count her own I just got my sons fitted, tell them bitches that we on Go tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch, I'm gone Grandma Native American, private land that I own Never once I'll settle, shit, mentally, I done grown Eight hundred thousand on the watch, my boy this shit ain't no façade The real king of BR, bitch, it ain't no lease for it Could elevate my garage, this elevation too hard Told you I want a new mansion before I see my lil' boy I say my life is too fancy and I don't even much show it Take ten thousand dollars for to keep my fire going One in the morning, me and my engineer go sit inside the foreign Got hikers trailin' 'round at night security draw down, what you doing? Coyotes runnin' 'round at night, I know Neon inside the lawn Update her pictures, everything upper echelon One Percocet, one Xanny, plus one stick for the night, then I say I'm done I'm scared as fuck when my door close better not come inside on this gun I'll send my sister to an island and I'll call her once I'm done When I respond, it said wrong number she was tryna send my son I'm so fucked up chemically and mentally, I hate the sun They be tryna see if I'm dead I never go outside for nothing
Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar We split that bitch down the middle then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow I say, I had a dream I told Three Pray hard, he chose me AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it tryna leave shit dead on scene Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change I'ma forever stack these millions tryin' my hardest bein' a man
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Compositores: YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Berge.af, MalikOTB & Lastwordbeats