(DJ YoungKash)
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Beg me to say something, but they don't like it when I speak
In a foreign, two in the morning, Draco next to me
Be reminiscing 'bout the past, it get the best of me
Gon' fuck around and make me crash if they keep testing me
One of the greatest, they say, "Youngan, you the next to be"
On the muscle, you ain't know my youngins step for free
While you sleeping, up the Glock, rrah, wet your sheets
One to the face, two to the chest, and catch your neck with three
When Famous faded he pull over and he let me drive
No water in my cup, sippin' lean, got heavy eyes
Three quarters in the clip, this bitch hold a 75
Ain't sparing shit, I feel like you ain't gon' let me slide
'Cause when it's up, you gon' get flushed, let's see who gon' ride
Real shit, when pressure hit, let's see who gon' slide
We got a water full of sharks, now let's see who gon' dive
Pull up get the business clear, I know some niggas who don't mind
That cutter spit, you gon' reverse, knock your shit out of drive
My aim perfect, guaranteed I hit four out of five
Yeah, Red really fuckin' teachers, that shit not a lie
I ain't never did that shit either, but I gotta try
Taking off on these niggas, they can't keep up with me
This a message for anybody thinkin' they can fuck with me
Play and you gon' lose, no April fools
Don't try your luck with me, it's up with me
Don't Instagram beef bitch, get in touch with me
Been fucked over all my life, it really ain't no trust in me
I place the order, it won't cost a quarter, you get touched for free
Red gon' pull up, hop out in black, up and bust for me
We gon' smash the witness, so it really won't be much to see
I'm the sickest nigga on the planet what they telling me
If I go lay down today, nobody gon' be mailing me
Thinkin' 'bout my future make me wonder how can heaven be
Fuck with mine, you going under, not six but seven feet
Ain't nobody perfect, but I'm workin' on a better me
I got shooters lurking, clip curving like the letter G
No shoes, ball in twos, I know dudes who'll step for me
Just stay off the streets, inside is where you better be
Shootin' for the stars, faith in God, I ain't giving up
Hate on me for what? I'm focused, so I don't give a fuck
Today might be my last, so every day I'ma live it up
Can't keep it real, move around, matter of fact, I'ma get the fuck
Won't catch me with my head down, it stay lifted up
Ain't got no heart, what the fuck I'ma have feelings for?
I know some youngins get it done, they don't Insta-thug
Really out they body and don't know what they living for, yeah
You know, I'm taking off on you niggas, hey
You know, Youngan up next, yeah
Grab the Glock before I leave the crib, I'm tucking my burner
Life a lesson every day, so I just keep on learning
Stepped on they neck for my respect, I ain't stop 'til I earned it
Loud pack take away stress, twist the blunt and I burn it
Grab the Glock before I leave the crib, I'm tucking my burner
Life a lesson every day, so I just keep on learning
Stepped on they neck for my respect, I ain't stop 'til I earned it
Loud pack take away stress, twist the blunt and I burn it, huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah