Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
Moncler in the winter
Off-white in the summer
Young nigga im trynna run up a hunnid
Call up the plug told em keep that shit comin
SVR range I hop out keep it runnin
Parade wit them glocks I hop out and we Drummin
Intelligent nigga
I play like the dummy
That wedding cake in and it got my shit Thumpin
I come from a family with felons and junkies
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Come a long way sleepin on flos
Atf come thru beatin on the front doe
Say you had some money
What you asking for a front foe
Say you seen the opps
What the f*ck you aint dump foe
Nigga owe me money
Drop a bag now he done foe
Skandless ass nigga
51 yeah im cut throat
Next day air droppin P's at the the front doe
Yeah
Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
Aint doin shit for no gram
I aint got nun to prove
Cant hang wit too many
I got shit to lose
If my paper aint right
I aint thinkin bout bitches
I dont wanna talk
Cause I aint in the mood
Bet against me
You a dummy
Im gone make way
Outta nothing
Im never gone lose
Fly out to oakland
The grower got all type of
Exotic strands
Man I cant even choose
Me and mcuz
Out to eat at katanas
Brand new condo
Give the keys to my mama
Got ptsd from The shit i done seen in the Streets
Cant lie man I suffer from trauma
Heart cold but these streets
It got hot like a sauna
I stay to myself
Keep my name outta drama
Got this shit out the mud
And we share the same struggle
So I gotta different type of love
For my Potnas
Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
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Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
Moncler in the winter
Off-white in the summer
Young nigga im trynna run up a hunnid
Call up the plug told em keep that shit comin
SVR range I hop out keep it runnin
Parade wit them glocks I hop out and we Drummin
Intelligent nigga
I play like the dummy
That wedding cake in and it got my shit Thumpin
I come from a family with felons and junkies
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Come a long way sleepin on flos
Atf come thru beatin on the front doe
Say you had some money
What you asking for a front foe
Say you seen the opps
What the f*ck you aint dump foe
Nigga owe me money
Drop a bag now he done foe
Skandless ass nigga
51 yeah im cut throat
Next day air droppin P's at the the front doe
Yeah
Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
Aint doin shit for no gram
I aint got nun to prove
Cant hang wit too many
I got shit to lose
If my paper aint right
I aint thinkin bout bitches
I dont wanna talk
Cause I aint in the mood
Bet against me
You a dummy
Im gone make way
Outta nothing
Im never gone lose
Fly out to oakland
The grower got all type of
Exotic strands
Man I cant even choose
Me and mcuz
Out to eat at katanas
Brand new condo
Give the keys to my mama
Got ptsd from The shit i done seen in the Streets
Cant lie man I suffer from trauma
Heart cold but these streets
It got hot like a sauna
I stay to myself
Keep my name outta drama
Got this shit out the mud
And we share the same struggle
So I gotta different type of love
For my Potnas
Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
Moncler in the winter
Off-white in the summer
Young nigga im trynna run up a hunnid
Call up the plug told em keep that shit comin
SVR range I hop out keep it runnin
Parade wit them glocks I hop out and we Drummin
Intelligent nigga
I play like the dummy
That wedding cake in and it got my shit Thumpin
I come from a family with felons and junkies
Yeah
Aye
Aye
Come a long way sleepin on flos
Atf come thru beatin on the front doe
Say you had some money
What you asking for a front foe
Say you seen the opps
What the f*ck you aint dump foe
Nigga owe me money
Drop a bag now he done foe
Skandless ass nigga
51 yeah im cut throat
Next day air droppin P's at the the front doe
Yeah
Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
Aint doin shit for no gram
I aint got nun to prove
Cant hang wit too many
I got shit to lose
If my paper aint right
I aint thinkin bout bitches
I dont wanna talk
Cause I aint in the mood
Bet against me
You a dummy
Im gone make way
Outta nothing
Im never gone lose
Fly out to oakland
The grower got all type of
Exotic strands
Man I cant even choose
Me and mcuz
Out to eat at katanas
Brand new condo
Give the keys to my mama
Got ptsd from The shit i done seen in the Streets
Cant lie man I suffer from trauma
Heart cold but these streets
It got hot like a sauna
I stay to myself
Keep my name outta drama
Got this shit out the mud
And we share the same struggle
So I gotta different type of love
For my Potnas
Young nigga I beat the odds
I pull up on you hop out wit the rod
I don't believe niggas I know they lying
I see the cap and the hate in disguise
You feel my pain you can see my eyes
Dont f*ck wit too many
Just me and the guys
That amg benz
Wanna P imma slide
Chanel on sneaks
Double c on the side
Writer: Kenrick Mclamora
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid