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Yu n g b a z
I can't stop till i damn d i e
I take liftoff when I roll my trees
A band for a verse buddy it ain't free
Most of these artist can't afford that fee
That's why they staying on they hands and knees
That begging ain't gonna get ya shit from me
Line you rappers up and do a killing spree
I got issues
But I think that I could solve a lot of them with a pistol
Pop a couple pussies like pimples it's really too simple
Bullets by your head hear the whistle
Duck better duck or you'll never see Christmas that ain't really none of my business
I've been in god damn kitchen whippin collecting all these bags
For flipping cause damn I got children...
And this 40 hour job ain't goin never make millions
I'm more than civilians the one in a billion
So f*ck your opinions ya sheep like the minions
Too dumb for the vision I aim for precision
Said f*ck the restrictions I broke through them bitches
This syrup I'm sippin got me feeling wicked
New pack Of cookies and now we get lifted
I'm way above limits I'm fried like some chicken
That pop in a skillet I run up them digits
I'm trynna make millys Knock doors off the hinges
My only damn wishes to run up the benji's
And never stop winning new plant gotta trim it
This bud taste delicious set records like Guinness
They thought I was finished but I can't diminish
I came here to kill it the best in the business
I keep it sturdy like a 2x4 u can't handle this kush i smoke
You prolly can't afford it cause ya always stay broke
Can't pay the bills but ya buy new clothes
Brand new shirt no lights in ya home
Tell me how the hell that make Sense don't know
At least these bitches thinking they got money on em doe
Buddy new whip he just leased got towed
Sad sad day broke he a joke

He don't got ambition he don't have hope
Grind everyday I ain never going broke
Change the whole vibe in the room I'm dope
Won't be a hothead if my heart stay froze
I'ma be a pothead till I'm dead and gone
Midas touch these hands are gold
I can fix everything but the hearts I've broke
Out on bail I ain stressin no bid
If I get locked up ima still be rich
There ain much in the world I ain already did
So I'm stacking this money for my wife and my kids
They keep saying this the life I choose
Got me feeling like yall cool being broke
Got a redbone that don't do coke
She still finna blow me like a stuffy nose
Y-double e-z-y I'm Yeezy
You make it look novice I make it look easy
Blowing through money you should call me breezy
Don't mention all them rappers they can't even see me
Nothing can stop when I'm in the zone
Bail a million dollars and I still came home
Bail a million dollars and I still came home
Bail a million dollars and I still came home
Million dollar Yeezy
Million Dollar Yeezy
Million dollar Yeezy
Million Dollar Yeezy
They lied when they told you I'm somebody friendly nope
I am a dick and you boys not an inch of me
Got on these beats and I chop em with symmetry
Rap bout my life they can't help but to mimic me