Yeah
If we being honest they hate it to see you smiling
Hurt'em to they core
He Styling and profiling
Give'em that figure four
At the crib with your ex
Ima get it on the floor
Lot of blood shed in these streets
I wanted more
Can you blame me
Nike sweats plain tee
Flow crazy
Style slicker than Devin Haney
They can't stand how he do it to death
Blame God boy he the connect
They like it's money on the line
Say less
Let it bump in the jects
The game was March Madness
I'd be cutting the net
Uh
I came to bring the pain
Peace to Meth
These lames claim gang then be cutting your neck
Clowns
I'm starting to question your pronouns
Do damage with this verbal Yoppa
Ima let go rounds
Yea
Frying these bamas like some Bo Rounds
Posted up wit it
And I'm in yo town
They be acting funny when that doe round
Slow down
Yeah
Been running up these commas
On they neck like dirty collars
I know you hate to see me winning
Got'em livid I ain't finished
It get worser by the minute
Look Ma I made it
So many bummies be hating
I swear you my favorite
Sliding down 85 putting kush in the sky getting faded
Pull up in the latest
It ain't bout the money you can save it
Got it out the basement
I know you hate it
Top of the world Ma I made it
Point game
Flow change
Spit it like he squeezing the stick
Close range
Stack change
Hail sleet
Snow rain
Down bad turned to Hank Hill
Slanging that propane
Fame
You can have it
Strictly here for the cabbage
Fetish for the lettuce ain't thinking bout backpacking
I'm bout peace
Better let dawg sleep
Before he flip
Do'em dirtier than white girl sneaks
Eyes wide visualizing The Key
Montray yeah I'm Rather Unique
Yeah
Been running up these commas
On they neck like dirty collars
I know you hate to see me winning
Got'em livid I ain't finished
It get worser by the minute
Look Ma I made it
So many bummies be hating
I swear you my favorite
Sliding down 85 putting kush in the sky getting faded
Pull up in the latest
It ain't bout the money you can save it
Got it out the basement
I know you hate it
Top of the world Ma I made it
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Yeah
If we being honest they hate it to see you smiling
Hurt'em to they core
He Styling and profiling
Give'em that figure four
At the crib with your ex
Ima get it on the floor
Lot of blood shed in these streets
I wanted more
Can you blame me
Nike sweats plain tee
Flow crazy
Style slicker than Devin Haney
They can't stand how he do it to death
Blame God boy he the connect
They like it's money on the line
Say less
Let it bump in the jects
The game was March Madness
I'd be cutting the net
Uh
I came to bring the pain
Peace to Meth
These lames claim gang then be cutting your neck
Clowns
I'm starting to question your pronouns
Do damage with this verbal Yoppa
Ima let go rounds
Yea
Frying these bamas like some Bo Rounds
Posted up wit it
And I'm in yo town
They be acting funny when that doe round
Slow down
Yeah
Been running up these commas
On they neck like dirty collars
I know you hate to see me winning
Got'em livid I ain't finished
It get worser by the minute
Look Ma I made it
So many bummies be hating
I swear you my favorite
Sliding down 85 putting kush in the sky getting faded
Pull up in the latest
It ain't bout the money you can save it
Got it out the basement
I know you hate it
Top of the world Ma I made it
Point game
Flow change
Spit it like he squeezing the stick
Close range
Stack change
Hail sleet
Snow rain
Down bad turned to Hank Hill
Slanging that propane
Fame
You can have it
Strictly here for the cabbage
Fetish for the lettuce ain't thinking bout backpacking
I'm bout peace
Better let dawg sleep
Before he flip
Do'em dirtier than white girl sneaks
Eyes wide visualizing The Key
Montray yeah I'm Rather Unique
Yeah
Been running up these commas
On they neck like dirty collars
I know you hate to see me winning
Got'em livid I ain't finished
It get worser by the minute
Look Ma I made it
So many bummies be hating
I swear you my favorite
Sliding down 85 putting kush in the sky getting faded
Pull up in the latest
It ain't bout the money you can save it
Got it out the basement
I know you hate it
Top of the world Ma I made it
If we being honest they hate it to see you smiling
Hurt'em to they core
He Styling and profiling
Give'em that figure four
At the crib with your ex
Ima get it on the floor
Lot of blood shed in these streets
I wanted more
Can you blame me
Nike sweats plain tee
Flow crazy
Style slicker than Devin Haney
They can't stand how he do it to death
Blame God boy he the connect
They like it's money on the line
Say less
Let it bump in the jects
The game was March Madness
I'd be cutting the net
Uh
I came to bring the pain
Peace to Meth
These lames claim gang then be cutting your neck
Clowns
I'm starting to question your pronouns
Do damage with this verbal Yoppa
Ima let go rounds
Yea
Frying these bamas like some Bo Rounds
Posted up wit it
And I'm in yo town
They be acting funny when that doe round
Slow down
Yeah
Been running up these commas
On they neck like dirty collars
I know you hate to see me winning
Got'em livid I ain't finished
It get worser by the minute
Look Ma I made it
So many bummies be hating
I swear you my favorite
Sliding down 85 putting kush in the sky getting faded
Pull up in the latest
It ain't bout the money you can save it
Got it out the basement
I know you hate it
Top of the world Ma I made it
Point game
Flow change
Spit it like he squeezing the stick
Close range
Stack change
Hail sleet
Snow rain
Down bad turned to Hank Hill
Slanging that propane
Fame
You can have it
Strictly here for the cabbage
Fetish for the lettuce ain't thinking bout backpacking
I'm bout peace
Better let dawg sleep
Before he flip
Do'em dirtier than white girl sneaks
Eyes wide visualizing The Key
Montray yeah I'm Rather Unique
Yeah
Been running up these commas
On they neck like dirty collars
I know you hate to see me winning
Got'em livid I ain't finished
It get worser by the minute
Look Ma I made it
So many bummies be hating
I swear you my favorite
Sliding down 85 putting kush in the sky getting faded
Pull up in the latest
It ain't bout the money you can save it
Got it out the basement
I know you hate it
Top of the world Ma I made it
Writer: Pierre Banks, Dysaijah Crenshaw
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Prodigal Son Pierre Montray
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Pierre Banks, Dysaijah Crenshaw