Dec 23rd

YFN Lucci

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    (Speakerbangerz)

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    Ayy, first off, I don't respect no rats
    I ain't never dropped a dime, not even when I got those racks
    Look, I was raisin' hell before the hellcat
    Yeah, I can put you on, run and tell that
    Look, I'll pop a nigga like a wheelie, huh
    I crack me a seal, pour out my feelings, uh
    Starin' at the stars in the ceiling, uh
    How I'm starin' at my heart while it's healin'? Look
    It's hard for me to find some inspiration
    I pray for this generation, I need me a vacation
    I'm tryna clear my thoughts, no one to call on late night
    Wanna know my whereabouts? I'm with the stars now, late night
    Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
    We just some young niggas strugglin' who got tired of it
    From where them crackers quick to hang you like an ornament
    I'm just thankful that we made it out
    Chauncey goin' up the only way we ball
    Can't complain at all, bitch, we made it far, huh
    Just bought my nigga a phone, I hate when he can't make that call, huh
    Come to you with my hand out? See, that ain't me at all
    I don't give no damn 'bout what you did
    We came up from hustlin', kickin' doors, I don't know what you did
    I'm a real hustler, I was rich when I got two kids
    Then I had two more kids, bring that shit to your crib
    Look, racked in '19, 2020 I'm goin' too big
    Thug life like pac, but I got hoes like I'm big
    Look, R.I.P. b-I-g, my new ap a b-I-g
    Wrecked the Benz tryna check the time, too many vv's (look)
    Put some ice on her if she mine, let's go skiing (yeah)
    Put a dime on him, he won't make it 'til this weekend
    Playin' all defense, some shit I can't prevent
    In a game full of weirdos, it be hard for me to fit in
    I kicked the door down, they act like I ain't leave it open
    I'm 'bout to cop that new 'bach and I still got the old one
    Don't get your ass whacked, we clap shit, magnolia
    They was talkin' 'bout my flow, so I went back to the old one (yeah)
    Look, diamonds in my teeth, shit frozen (yeah)
    I like my bitches dark, kelly rowland, yeah (uh, uh, uh)
    I would give you my heart, but it's broken, yeah (yeah, yeah)
    I can't even show no emotions (yeah, yeah), look
    Starin' from afar at the ocean, before I got some motion
    Before we ever bust a check, man, we was on some more shit
    Before I ever touched the pen, they told me I was chosen
    Before the fame, these bitches called me daddy, I know, look
    I know just and liberty gon' be there, huh (yeah)
    I know boonk and bop and zelly, they gon' be there, huh
    I can't speak on none of them niggas, I can't id them, yeah
    Make me tweak on all these niggas like I'm senile
    I can't trust a soul, so I won't be 'round
    Held the street down while shell gone, so I know he proud
    He took over the penal, he send it to me now
    Don't make me send them youngins to your spot and let 'em freestyle

    Song details

    Composition: Lucci, Lance Donavan Bledsoe, and Luke David Clay

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