Ricky Millions

Yo, I'm just tryna make my mama proud
My daddy rich
And my little nigga something to look up to, that's real
You feel, you feel?

Sometimes I feel like I should fast more
I need to sit back and relax more
Since Ferguson, days on Castro
I knew what the black on my back hold
Snakes big, grass low
Ashy lil' black boy
Northside bred, run that back for 'em
Shawty sling head like a Greek sword
Keep it 300, word to Keef
Add the keef when I chief, mama
Preached, follow the Lord
These days young niggas follow tweets more
Pray the evil backflip and we live more
Hittin' a notes, got my dough, hittin' notes
They rattrap my people, vamanos
Cuffed, slammed on the table, dominos
Got tired of eating Dominoes
Top Ramen tap danced in my abdominal

Girl you should know that
I ain't always been right
Had to swerve left on some hoes
Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
Floor got slick, cracked my skull
Then spilt my soul
Girl you should know that
I ain't always been right
Had to swerve left on some hoes
Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
Floor got slick, cracked my skull
Then spilt my soul, oh no

If I shed skin, sprout wings and took flight
Leave them all behind, would I be wrong?
Would I be wrong?
Would I be wrong?
If I took some time on my mind
Left them all behind, would I be wrong?
Would I be? Would I be?
If I shed skin, sprout wings and took flight
Leave them all behind, would I be wrong?
Would I be wrong?
If I took some time, took some time
Would I be wrong?
How wrong could I be?
If I took care of me?
If I looked after me?
How wrong?

Girl you should know that
I ain't always been right
Had to swerve left on some hoes
Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
Floor got slick, cracked my skull
Then spilt my soul
Girl you should know that
I ain't always been right
Had to swerve left on some hoes
Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
Floor got slick, cracked my skull
Then spilt my soul, oh no



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Writer(s): Ahmanti Booker, Carlton Mahone, Joel Cowell, Christopher Smith, Rodney Terry, Andrea Smith
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