- YFN Lucci Street Kings 歌詞
- YFN Lucci
- Young street nigga tryna make some millions
I know you hear me but you got to feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we aint really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the chillest
Riding with your day one, yeah you the reallest
I know you hear me but you got to feel me
A young nigga tryna make some money
Uh live from the projects
Any hood, know I still got on all my shit
Hundred K on my neck
Die for my respect
Try ride on the kid, fuck around and reck
Play, you dying next
True number 1 got em upset
I been on my young fly shit since a lil Jit
True shit, a whole lot of broomsticks, what we move with
Dont be jumping in shit you aint got nothing to do with
Sweep your block like a hoe, sweep yellow, sweep
Never been the type to call out beef
Dont call me
Nigga talking bout he gone off me
They lost me
They tryna do me like Jeezy, they tryna cross me
Imma give a nigga the full clip till he saw heat
After bloodshed, aint no sorry, Im sorry
We was all broke now we all kings
Got to get the fuck up out the hood by any means
We all dream
Young street nigga tryna make some millions
I know you hear me but you got to feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we aint really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the chillest
Riding with your day one, yeah you the reallest
I know you hear me but you got to feel me
A young nigga tryna make some money
Shout out my niggas that day again
Thats why they with me I came up
Got some money and look what they saying now
Bet they tell you them niggas they stand up
Got manned up
And I turn a dollar to a thousand
Turned a thousand to a million
Move my moms from public housing
Had to put her in that mansion
For the hood , I got to hide it
And they tell me that Im losing
Man you niggas fucking wilding
When they killed lil snoop I took an L
Young trap niggas from the bottom we prevail
We done got expelled before they taught us how to spell
We aint never go to math
But knew them numbers on that scale
Busting bricks, selling bails
I aint never tell
Only thing a nigga taking from me is a shell
Hood of broken dreams
We aint used to raising hell
If you was from my hood you would never get a sale
Young street nigga tryna make some millions
I know you hear me but you got to feel me
These niggas talk about it but they never did shit
And we aint really smelling that shit
When you made it out the slums then you the chillest
Riding with your day one, yeah you the reallest
I know you hear me but you got to feel me
A young nigga tryna make some money
Now we count a lot of it
Now we sell a lot of it
Now we count a lot of it
Started from the bottom
Now we count a lot of it
Getting a whole lot of dollars still
Hey hey
Started from the bottom
Still getting a lot of it
Now we on top of
A whole lot of gwalla
Started fromthe bottom yeah
Young nigga started from the bottom yeah
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