M.Y.O.B
I smoke a zip crackin' shells posted at Devon's
My legacy written in stone like I'm LeBron
I need a Maybach and a mansion for my mom
If you ain't vibin' wit that topic then don't listen to my songs
20 packs touch down 4 locations
Got them burner cookie packs
Or we got basic
Eyes cuttin' through the bull
Like I got LASIK
I ain't talkin' bout no other man
Cause I ain't hatin'
I'd rather do me
I fronted you 4
And you cashing out 3
I need them blue faces
Or trade me some lean
And we sippin' on red
While you pourin' up green
Plain prometh sippin' no codeine
And my Fanta really lookin' like a murder scene
Hit a lick?
Man my senses way too keen
Call my 40 Young dro
It really make you shoulder lean
And they saying I'm next
Don't need recognition
I do this for checks
Retire my OGs
And give them the best
Codeine in my stomach
OG in my chest
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
This thing life
Man it's one rude bitch
But Im'ma stick to my guns
Cause I cannot switch
Loud pack in my lungs
From this backwood hit
Smoke it all till it's done
I aint passin' shit
This Dade County in my bones
It's the city I love
Where we slidin' on a shone
And we moving them drugs
Every corner in the city
You can find that plug
Try the wrong motherfucker
And you dodging a slug
The blessings is frequent
I'm riding with God
But I'm driving a demon
The squad is strapped up
You don't want it with heathens
Just stay on your feet
And thank God that you breathin'
You reach for your hip
And I'm leaving you steamin'
You knockin' me off
Please wake up
Cause you dreamin'
My palms steady itching
This money I'm fiending
I'm playing the field
Like my name Willy Beamon
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
I'm riding with God
But I'm driving a demon
The squad is strapped up
You don't want it with heathens
I'm playing the field like my name Willy Beamon
My legacy written in stone like I'm LeBron
I need a Maybach and a mansion for my mom
If you ain't vibin' wit that topic then don't listen to my songs
20 packs touch down 4 locations
Got them burner cookie packs
Or we got basic
Eyes cuttin' through the bull
Like I got LASIK
I ain't talkin' bout no other man
Cause I ain't hatin'
I'd rather do me
I fronted you 4
And you cashing out 3
I need them blue faces
Or trade me some lean
And we sippin' on red
While you pourin' up green
Plain prometh sippin' no codeine
And my Fanta really lookin' like a murder scene
Hit a lick?
Man my senses way too keen
Call my 40 Young dro
It really make you shoulder lean
And they saying I'm next
Don't need recognition
I do this for checks
Retire my OGs
And give them the best
Codeine in my stomach
OG in my chest
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
This thing life
Man it's one rude bitch
But Im'ma stick to my guns
Cause I cannot switch
Loud pack in my lungs
From this backwood hit
Smoke it all till it's done
I aint passin' shit
This Dade County in my bones
It's the city I love
Where we slidin' on a shone
And we moving them drugs
Every corner in the city
You can find that plug
Try the wrong motherfucker
And you dodging a slug
The blessings is frequent
I'm riding with God
But I'm driving a demon
The squad is strapped up
You don't want it with heathens
Just stay on your feet
And thank God that you breathin'
You reach for your hip
And I'm leaving you steamin'
You knockin' me off
Please wake up
Cause you dreamin'
My palms steady itching
This money I'm fiending
I'm playing the field
Like my name Willy Beamon
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
And this my way
I got no other route
Can't fathom failure
That's a form of doubt
Cali smoke down in Miami
We ain't seen a drought
Pops he told me mind your business
Never run your mouth
I'm riding with God
But I'm driving a demon
The squad is strapped up
You don't want it with heathens
I'm playing the field like my name Willy Beamon
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Writer(s): Sean Brady
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