Avenue
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Whole lotta shit I had to
Leave it on Vincent Avenue (Mmmm)
If I was one to brag
My rag to rich will surely have you (Yeah)
Stuck in a place but wait
You came to sway and feel the bass (Feel it)
And Maximillium made a way for me to do my thang (Do my thang)
I had to rearrange
My girl she want the range (Want the range)
I want the land
And every property I put in name (Mmmm)
I sell this lyric game (Yeah)
For more than just a name (Yeah)
I got the juice
And you been quenching thirst
For 40 days (40 days nigga)
Whole lotta shit I had to (Uh)
Build up from Vincent Avenue (Yeah)
My blueprint from the Avenue
Geared me up for War for Battle (From the ave)
I'm climbing up the ladder (Ladder)
Don't care bout other rappers (Rappers)
My mental over matter
Might just matter with the platter (Yeah)
I serve a course to you
No type of tip will do
To bust the boy
You huff lil boy
So we just pity fool (Pity fool)
I mastermind my own (Uh huh)
I moved out from the home (Uh huh)
I show how much I've grown
My goal forever
Taken throne nigga
(So sad)
(So motherfuckin' sad)
(Six Twelve uh)
(Word on the street is, Yung Leg the meanest)
(Uh yeah uh)
(Word on the street is, Yung Leg the meanest)
Uh
Yeah
Get the cream I guess
Supply the dream I guess
No soccer team I just
Kick it mean I guess
I tend to fiend for less
Maturity I guess
The more I lead the steps
The more you need the best
I know you hate the fact
I'm not complacent at
The given statements that
Came from Minneap
Respect is on demand (Yeah)
You got control in hand (Yeah)
Don't give your soul for bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Moral of the man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My left a helping hand (Yeah)
My right will never jam (Yeah)
Just gotta tell them when (Yeah)
And play it out til end (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta shit I built (Yeah)
Me and my ribeye uh (Yeah)
Still gotta get by (Yeah)
Done well but still I uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ride til this eye (Yeah)
Roll back a lit eye
Cold back like pillows (Yeah)
Cold hearted like widows (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bold Artist no hero (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pro Con to weirdos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No man I fear no (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bar raised a little (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A lot
A piece of the pot
Uh
Yeah
Whole lotta shit I had to
Leave it on Vincent Avenue (Mmmm)
If I was one to brag
My rag to rich will surely have you (Yeah)
Stuck in a place but wait
You came to sway and feel the bass (Feel it)
And Maximillium made a way for me to do my thang (Do my thang)
I had to rearrange
My girl she want the range (Want the range)
I want the land
And every property I put in name (Mmmm)
I sell this lyric game (Yeah)
For more than just a name (Yeah)
I got the juice
And you been quenching thirst
For 40 days (40 days nigga)
Whole lotta shit I had to (Uh)
Build up from Vincent Avenue (Yeah)
My blueprint from the Avenue
Geared me up for War for Battle (From the ave)
I'm climbing up the ladder (Ladder)
Don't care bout other rappers (Rappers)
My mental over matter
Might just matter with the platter (Yeah)
I serve a course to you
No type of tip will do
To bust the boy
You huff lil boy
So we just pity fool (Pity fool)
I mastermind my own (Uh huh)
I moved out from the home (Uh huh)
I show how much I've grown
My goal forever
Taken throne nigga
(So sad)
(So motherfuckin' sad)
(Six Twelve uh)
(Word on the street is, Yung Leg the meanest)
(Uh yeah uh)
(Word on the street is, Yung Leg the meanest)
Uh
Yeah
Get the cream I guess
Supply the dream I guess
No soccer team I just
Kick it mean I guess
I tend to fiend for less
Maturity I guess
The more I lead the steps
The more you need the best
I know you hate the fact
I'm not complacent at
The given statements that
Came from Minneap
Respect is on demand (Yeah)
You got control in hand (Yeah)
Don't give your soul for bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Moral of the man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My left a helping hand (Yeah)
My right will never jam (Yeah)
Just gotta tell them when (Yeah)
And play it out til end (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whole lotta shit I built (Yeah)
Me and my ribeye uh (Yeah)
Still gotta get by (Yeah)
Done well but still I uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ride til this eye (Yeah)
Roll back a lit eye
Cold back like pillows (Yeah)
Cold hearted like widows (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bold Artist no hero (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pro Con to weirdos (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No man I fear no (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bar raised a little (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A lot
A piece of the pot
Credits
Writer(s): Lamonte Hall
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