Yonna

I watched my bitch give up on me when i was broke
I should've knew she wasn't shit way before
Deep in them trenches i was laid up
Shooting them glock's if they played us
Trappin and stackin my change up
I wear my jewels around the house bro
The fuck is you talking bout
I count this money on out
I can't help that i don't feel yall
I'm surfing on another wave
New persona i'm moving on from old drama
Went from standing on the block to poppin gold bottles
My lil homie got popped i know how ima go about it
I ain't got no option, You know ima shoot
Flushing through the city in a coupe And im riding with Duke We baggin hoes by the group
Awww, yea im realer than you yea yea im realer than you, realer than you
Yea i'm realer than these civilians
Aim for the ceilings make the sky bleed millions
These guys my children they biting tryna kill me
I started they movement they call me a pilgrim
Dope white like Chill Will young king i'm still him
They tried to come steal him They don't know how pain feel
I still remained here even when the rain cleared
Pussy had their hearts filled difference is i'm raised real
Now i count money on money on more
Was serving by Mcdonald's right by the store
Pinking ring same size the head of a boar
Back to back hellcats can you hear them roar
Killing them softly whenever i score
They gave me a chance i bust right through that door
I knew this was coming i've been here before
Start eating got full and then i wanted more
I wear my jewels around the house bro
The fuck is you talking bout
I count this money on out
I can't help that i don't feel yall
I'm surfing on another wave
New persona i'm moving on from old drama
Went from standing on the block to poppin gold bottles
My lil homie got popped i know how ima go about it
I ain't got no option



Credits
Writer(s): John Lattimore
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link