On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the jump
This the up
In the deep
In the club
In the street
In the section
On me
On my momma
On my G
RIP young Gero
Rest in Power Shoota
(This that blood line shit)
I ain't came this far
To go home without taking stakes
To buy new acres
Bloodline shit (Yea)
Not to slave to keep ya cake up
Royce Gold is on me like clothing
You see me out
I gotta go this hard, its gotta be first place
Ey, I aint came this far
Nigga get'n cheese all day
Safe full of g's all day
Nigga get'n cheese all day
Move in, get it, how we exit'n
Move in, get it, how we exit'n
Plot, move in
Self-made six figures
Don't need a million
To show you niggas what i'm worth
You gone see in my children
So when u see them seven digits
That my generation generate
I ain't conversatin', give a f*ck bout ya feelings
I just want to sleep at night
But i'm too awake
Need another 8th
I got trim on hold
Ready to go on face
And she do it slow
All in one take
On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the Royce Gold
Campaign real shit
My niggas in this bitch
All I have in life is my balls n my word
Nothin last forever, but my life and my word
Hustlin n struggling, to get out the burbs
Daddy took took us out the hood
But my brothers still serve
Ain't no safe locations
Nigga f*ck what u heard
I keep it honest with people
Tell truth to my young niggas
Tennessee raised me
Got the south in my blood nigga
Rhyme and reason on my chest
Flow like drug dealers
My son a year old, he know daddy a real nigga
This is my life, I can't filter my word
I keep it honest with bitches
Tell truth to my lady
She know Tennessee raised me
Stack it up like a loft
Like a roof w/ no top
Til it overfill daily
I'm goin crazy
On the grind
When they f*ck u gone pay me.
I ain't lookin for favors
Stay dodging the haters
Shining at my own risk while
I get to this paper
Cup look'n spilld'up
Blunt fill'd up
Nigga fin reel up
Plot move in, get it, how we exit
Move in, get it how we exit'n
Plot move in, get it , how we exit'n
On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the jump
Mariyo Deon - Spill'd Up Lyrics
Mariyo Deon - Spill'd Up Lyrics
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On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the jump
This the up
In the deep
In the club
In the street
In the section
On me
On my momma
On my G
RIP young Gero
Rest in Power Shoota
(This that blood line shit)
I ain't came this far
To go home without taking stakes
To buy new acres
Bloodline shit (Yea)
Not to slave to keep ya cake up
Royce Gold is on me like clothing
You see me out
I gotta go this hard, its gotta be first place
Ey, I aint came this far
Nigga get'n cheese all day
Safe full of g's all day
Nigga get'n cheese all day
Move in, get it, how we exit'n
Move in, get it, how we exit'n
Plot, move in
Self-made six figures
Don't need a million
To show you niggas what i'm worth
You gone see in my children
So when u see them seven digits
That my generation generate
I ain't conversatin', give a f*ck bout ya feelings
I just want to sleep at night
But i'm too awake
Need another 8th
I got trim on hold
Ready to go on face
And she do it slow
All in one take
On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the Royce Gold
Campaign real shit
My niggas in this bitch
All I have in life is my balls n my word
Nothin last forever, but my life and my word
Hustlin n struggling, to get out the burbs
Daddy took took us out the hood
But my brothers still serve
Ain't no safe locations
Nigga f*ck what u heard
I keep it honest with people
Tell truth to my young niggas
Tennessee raised me
Got the south in my blood nigga
Rhyme and reason on my chest
Flow like drug dealers
My son a year old, he know daddy a real nigga
This is my life, I can't filter my word
I keep it honest with bitches
Tell truth to my lady
She know Tennessee raised me
Stack it up like a loft
Like a roof w/ no top
Til it overfill daily
I'm goin crazy
On the grind
When they f*ck u gone pay me.
I ain't lookin for favors
Stay dodging the haters
Shining at my own risk while
I get to this paper
Cup look'n spilld'up
Blunt fill'd up
Nigga fin reel up
Plot move in, get it, how we exit
Move in, get it how we exit'n
Plot move in, get it , how we exit'n
On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the jump
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the jump
This the up
In the deep
In the club
In the street
In the section
On me
On my momma
On my G
RIP young Gero
Rest in Power Shoota
(This that blood line shit)
I ain't came this far
To go home without taking stakes
To buy new acres
Bloodline shit (Yea)
Not to slave to keep ya cake up
Royce Gold is on me like clothing
You see me out
I gotta go this hard, its gotta be first place
Ey, I aint came this far
Nigga get'n cheese all day
Safe full of g's all day
Nigga get'n cheese all day
Move in, get it, how we exit'n
Move in, get it, how we exit'n
Plot, move in
Self-made six figures
Don't need a million
To show you niggas what i'm worth
You gone see in my children
So when u see them seven digits
That my generation generate
I ain't conversatin', give a f*ck bout ya feelings
I just want to sleep at night
But i'm too awake
Need another 8th
I got trim on hold
Ready to go on face
And she do it slow
All in one take
On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the Royce Gold
Campaign real shit
My niggas in this bitch
All I have in life is my balls n my word
Nothin last forever, but my life and my word
Hustlin n struggling, to get out the burbs
Daddy took took us out the hood
But my brothers still serve
Ain't no safe locations
Nigga f*ck what u heard
I keep it honest with people
Tell truth to my young niggas
Tennessee raised me
Got the south in my blood nigga
Rhyme and reason on my chest
Flow like drug dealers
My son a year old, he know daddy a real nigga
This is my life, I can't filter my word
I keep it honest with bitches
Tell truth to my lady
She know Tennessee raised me
Stack it up like a loft
Like a roof w/ no top
Til it overfill daily
I'm goin crazy
On the grind
When they f*ck u gone pay me.
I ain't lookin for favors
Stay dodging the haters
Shining at my own risk while
I get to this paper
Cup look'n spilld'up
Blunt fill'd up
Nigga fin reel up
Plot move in, get it, how we exit
Move in, get it how we exit'n
Plot move in, get it , how we exit'n
On the side
This a high
This a top
This the moon
Never low
Not a lose
This a win
This a double
This a double
Triple double
This the jump
Writer: Mariyo Deon
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