D1d - This My Year (Prod. By Bigloafbeats) Lyrics

Shoutout Loaf, Shoutout E
You already know what it is...

This my year
This my year
This my year
Nigga this my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
Nigga this my year
This my year
This my year

Let me like this real quick
Freestyle
Let me write this shit
This my type of shit
So I titled it
This my type of shit
This what you call a hit
Gotta collection
Can never catch up
When adding pressure
That's so ironic
When negativity out the picture
If you see what I'm saying
You might can learn a lesson
If too above yo luh head
Yo ass can't help but question
Taking shit with no bread
That's not a good impression
D1Dude I use lead
But ink out the question
Voice record on my phone
Then move on to the next one
Why I write all these songs cause
I know that I'm next up
The best from
314/618
On both sides

This my year
This my year
This my year
Nigga this my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
Nigga this my year
This my year
This my year

This my year
I know that it is
I feel like it is
Got faith that it is
You know what it is
I put work in my shift
You know who I is
Don't try to forget
You know I'm legit
You know I'm the man
You know who I'm with
The man of the ban
The fam we a clique
And a clan and we stick
Together we lift
We shine with no shade
Don't sit on the bench
Dripwalk so I drip
The sauce so don't slip
Too much is at risk
To not give a shit
So get on yo shit
So much to go get
So unwrap the gift
Work on yo craft
Excel (Exhaled) when you lift
Inhale (In hell) but don't trip
Thank him you here
Thank him he here
Be to glad to be here
Inhale (In hell) but don't trip
Thank him you here
Thank him he here
Be to glad to be here
(Awee Yeah, Awee Year)

This my year
This my year
This my year
Nigga this my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
This my year
Nigga this my year
This my year
This my year