Yea Yea
Yea
I'm a little sick but Imma still get these bars off
Know that
Yea
I come alive in the night time
Lights flashing get rich through the night sky
A nice guy getting high to get by
Frequent flyer through the fire
Bet you praying I fry
Ain't no ash on my wings tho
A king with a mean flow
Angels sing what I dream for
Send the link to feinds
So you niggas can stream dope
Niggas die over c-notes
That's the way that streets go
Gambling with ya life
We like waking casinos
Uh
Learning the basics
With some patience
I'll be pro soon
Perfect the cadence
Making greatness
All from pro tools
Rewriting rules
Turn you niggas into old news
You ain't gotta like it
But I bet the ya hoes do
The evidence is on my Instagram
Hit the bio for the link now she a instant fan
She said I'm fly we gotta link
I feel like Peter Pan
Spick and span bring it hotter than the pizza man
Bag chasing no fumble
I see you tumbling
Bag bitches from tumblr
I'm a rapper no mumbler
I just popped two blues and now up til the sun is up
Might go out for morning run
Man my mind like loaded gun
Shoot it til it's empty
Don't tempt me
When it come to ammo I got plenty so act friendly
Kill a beat it's a wrap Ik you want more
Take a seat make you clap for an encore
I'm gone
Lil bitch
Motherfucker
Zaee
And I tell em Get Rich
Yea yea yea yea
Aye Nick
Nick
Teach me how to get juice
Bitch I ain't got the juice
What you mean
You got the Juice
Feeling like I'm top ten on top now it's light winds
Vibrant when the sun hit on my skin
I'm the shit
They fucking with me just off the strength
Heaven sent
Close to home when I spark the spliff
I just want a Benz
Lamborghini to
Darken the tint
They can't see how I move
Stay in tune keep it short like interlude
Been that dude
Don't ever question no interview
Step away don't intrude with my solitude
I'm bout to show what I dollar do and how to make it move
On my mama boy im with the shits
Good karma
No drama
I'm just making hits
Work smarter
Not harder
Til ya shit legit
Get Rich make niggas hit the author fist
On my author shit
I wrote all of this
All you niggas is my sons and I'm your father bitch
I'm a little sick but Imma still get these bars off
Know that
Yea
I come alive in the night time
Lights flashing get rich through the night sky
A nice guy getting high to get by
Frequent flyer through the fire
Bet you praying I fry
Ain't no ash on my wings tho
A king with a mean flow
Angels sing what I dream for
Send the link to feinds
So you niggas can stream dope
Niggas die over c-notes
That's the way that streets go
Gambling with ya life
We like waking casinos
Uh
Learning the basics
With some patience
I'll be pro soon
Perfect the cadence
Making greatness
All from pro tools
Rewriting rules
Turn you niggas into old news
You ain't gotta like it
But I bet the ya hoes do
The evidence is on my Instagram
Hit the bio for the link now she a instant fan
She said I'm fly we gotta link
I feel like Peter Pan
Spick and span bring it hotter than the pizza man
Bag chasing no fumble
I see you tumbling
Bag bitches from tumblr
I'm a rapper no mumbler
I just popped two blues and now up til the sun is up
Might go out for morning run
Man my mind like loaded gun
Shoot it til it's empty
Don't tempt me
When it come to ammo I got plenty so act friendly
Kill a beat it's a wrap Ik you want more
Take a seat make you clap for an encore
I'm gone
Lil bitch
Motherfucker
Zaee
And I tell em Get Rich
Yea yea yea yea
Aye Nick
Nick
Teach me how to get juice
Bitch I ain't got the juice
What you mean
You got the Juice
Feeling like I'm top ten on top now it's light winds
Vibrant when the sun hit on my skin
I'm the shit
They fucking with me just off the strength
Heaven sent
Close to home when I spark the spliff
I just want a Benz
Lamborghini to
Darken the tint
They can't see how I move
Stay in tune keep it short like interlude
Been that dude
Don't ever question no interview
Step away don't intrude with my solitude
I'm bout to show what I dollar do and how to make it move
On my mama boy im with the shits
Good karma
No drama
I'm just making hits
Work smarter
Not harder
Til ya shit legit
Get Rich make niggas hit the author fist
On my author shit
I wrote all of this
All you niggas is my sons and I'm your father bitch
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Writer(s): Isaiah Johnson
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