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From the Start Video (MV)




Performed By: Myles Preme
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Myles Akins




Myles Preme - From the Start Lyrics




I never lack

Im staying wit that shit
Im never lackin'
If you want the problems
Lets get it crackin'
My niggas in the partments
Serving all it
You niggas steady talking
Y'all aint ballin'
I heard you told it to twelve
Why you rat
You put a bag on my head
Better get it back
I only f*ck wit bitches
If they bad
I only want that money
When its fast

And all a nigga gonna smoke is gas
If its mid then you better get it back
I been on the road
I get outta control
I be going harder then they would ever go
Came from the D
Man it was hard
But then I hit the road
Im chilling with the stars
I need that buss down Rollie
Need that Audemar
Dont trust what none you niggas say
Cause y'all be fraud
I know I spit the perfect picture
Work of art
And all these diamonds
Got me shining in the dark
You doing too much lil nigga
Just go play yo part
And I knew I was gone be that nigga
From the start

From the start
Im going harder
A work of art
Might f*ck yo daughter
I been dripping
Man I know you niggas slippin
I hit the strip club
You know that I be tipping
Im throwing ones
Im throwing fives
When Im on ten
I been flexing so hard
Dont hit no gym
I know you niggas broke
Im better Im convinced
When I dunk
I leave all my arm up in the rim
Like Im Vince
In the game just like Im EA
Putting up the highlights
Thats why they keep me on replay
I need cash fast dash
I don't want no delay
Broke ass rollerbladers
Y'all some f*cking cheapskates
When I hit yo bitch
She say its like she won a sweepstakes
Party every weekend
Im trapping every weekday
My name on that cake
So everyday feel like my b-day
Im getting money each way
All these bitches wanna have three-ways
No I can't cuff that bitch
I hit her once
And then I replace

Then I replace
Y'all spend all yo money
I take em on cheap dates
I get it in and send it out
I feel like eBay
The feds tryna catch me through wire like Webay

Im staying wit that shit
Im never lackin'
I you want the problems
Lets get it crackin'
My niggas in the partments
Serving all it
You niggas steady talking
Y'all aint ballin'
I heard you told it to twelve
Why you rat
You put a bag on my head
Better get it back
I only f*ck wit bitches
If they bad
I only want that money
When its fast
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I never lack

Im staying wit that shit
Im never lackin'
If you want the problems
Lets get it crackin'
My niggas in the partments
Serving all it
You niggas steady talking
Y'all aint ballin'
I heard you told it to twelve
Why you rat
You put a bag on my head
Better get it back
I only f*ck wit bitches
If they bad
I only want that money
When its fast

And all a nigga gonna smoke is gas
If its mid then you better get it back
I been on the road
I get outta control
I be going harder then they would ever go
Came from the D
Man it was hard
But then I hit the road
Im chilling with the stars
I need that buss down Rollie
Need that Audemar
Dont trust what none you niggas say
Cause y'all be fraud
I know I spit the perfect picture
Work of art
And all these diamonds
Got me shining in the dark
You doing too much lil nigga
Just go play yo part
And I knew I was gone be that nigga
From the start

From the start
Im going harder
A work of art
Might f*ck yo daughter
I been dripping
Man I know you niggas slippin
I hit the strip club
You know that I be tipping
Im throwing ones
Im throwing fives
When Im on ten
I been flexing so hard
Dont hit no gym
I know you niggas broke
Im better Im convinced
When I dunk
I leave all my arm up in the rim
Like Im Vince
In the game just like Im EA
Putting up the highlights
Thats why they keep me on replay
I need cash fast dash
I don't want no delay
Broke ass rollerbladers
Y'all some f*cking cheapskates
When I hit yo bitch
She say its like she won a sweepstakes
Party every weekend
Im trapping every weekday
My name on that cake
So everyday feel like my b-day
Im getting money each way
All these bitches wanna have three-ways
No I can't cuff that bitch
I hit her once
And then I replace

Then I replace
Y'all spend all yo money
I take em on cheap dates
I get it in and send it out
I feel like eBay
The feds tryna catch me through wire like Webay

Im staying wit that shit
Im never lackin'
I you want the problems
Lets get it crackin'
My niggas in the partments
Serving all it
You niggas steady talking
Y'all aint ballin'
I heard you told it to twelve
Why you rat
You put a bag on my head
Better get it back
I only f*ck wit bitches
If they bad
I only want that money
When its fast
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Writer: Myles Akins
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