Ya Minko - Says Who Lyrics

Know you wish it'd make a little more sense
All the "who's" and "whose" ain't making no bread
Niggas gotta chose and know what to what end
Tell me I can't do this it's impossible I tell you

Says who?

Look inside of my eyes, you might find the right amount of shine
Heard a bunch of talking, I treat the trolls like I treat the hype
Looking at me sideways, they fear I'm crazy, they hella right
Forties and D'Usse in the cut, and drugs in the right amount

Bitch I been moving, living hella wrong
Real niggas die hard, I'm hella good
Pray to God, and work till I hear the gong
Hit the bong, dreams of wealth and billboards
F*ck her till she hates me, and falls in love
Let her bounce, call a friend and f*ck some more
Moving on, back to business, play the song
Treat the pain like cocaine, I'm living strong

I...
Got intentions, though my energy still glowing in circles of silence
If they knew my thoughts, they'd mess up lock my ass inside asylums
Got the sauce, got the magic, f*ck your trials I'm moving to Salem
All the hate gotta go, gotta go, gotta go no Trey

My brother just want bugatti, you bitches just way to dramatic
Aye
If you got a problem, then I got a problem, that's law and you ain't gotta say it
Aye
If you ain't fighting then you losing
And
When you bout to win you can feel it
Yeah
Swear most you niggas ain't competing your shit is whatever do this in sleep

Know you wish it'd make a little more sense
All the "who's" and "whose" ain't making no bread
Niggas gotta chose and know what to what end
Tell me I can't do this it's impossible I tell you

Says who?

I am not a hood nigga by any means...
But shoutout all my hood niggas that keep it real
And shoutout all my broke niggas with reckless dreams
And shoutout all my rich niggas that spend it big

I'm all three at heart
I can never really relax I'm workaholic on heavy chronic
Tell Dre I'm coming, these hours asking God endless questions better come with payment
Being broke is making me sick shit's repulsive
M-m-m-money on my mind now
Bitch my problems got friends
Came with extra family and couple groupies and they all need fixing
F*ck you mean, smoke and chill?
F*ck you, niggas trynna get rich
F*ck you, I ain't doing shit free
F*ck you, you don't want pay me?
F*ck you

Cause you dont understand how this shit works
Only shit beyond money loyalty and real ones
Niggas put they energy in fake shit and real thots
I ain't finna chill till it's ha-ha to the bank time

Shoutout to my Trybe niggas, 5000 westside
Motherland King, nigga dark skin pitch black
She from outta town, gotta f*ck her DMV style
Ego like Kush, I ain't finna turn shit down

Looking for now? I ain't finna text shit back
Real life shit turn a saint to a scumbag
Some of my niggas got priors like Richard
But we finna turn this whole thing around
Just know I

Know you wish it'd make a little more sense
All the "who's" and "whose" ain't making no bread
Niggas gotta chose and know what to what end
Tell me I can't do this it's impossible I tell you

Says who?

(BACK THAT SHIT UP!)
I'm from Africa the Jungle
Black Panther with the hometown
Silver spoon like a dirt spoon, we ain't really had it even rich ones
No water that was common sense, lights off that was common sense
Can't shit phase me if I lose it, I already lost my innocence!