Live Through Me

(I'm in the kitchen baking shit like sum cake.)
(Oh-yeah)(oh-yeah)
(I look up to God Mane Rip Tommy.)
(I keep me a Drac, but I keep me Tommy.)
(Smoking gas, seeing colors like Lil Lonnie,oh yeah.)
(Hmm)
(Yeah)
(Hmm-hmm)
(I count my blessings.)
(I count my blessings.)
(I count my blessings.)
(I count my blessings.)
(I count my blessings.)
(I count my blessings.)
(I count my blessings.)
Young nigga be, oh
Hmm
Yeah
Going way-way get to that bag like today
I pray to God give a fuck what you say
I'm in the kitchen baking shit, like some cake
(Oh-yeah)(oh-yeah)
I look up to God Mane Rip. Tommy
I keep me a Drac, but I keep me Tommy
Smoking gas and seeing colors like Lil Lonnie, oh yeah
Hop out of bed and see another day
Hit up KMAC, then I shoot to the bay
I've dreamed about the NBA
But I see bullets flying 'cross my face
Yeah-oh-yeah
My time is money, so talking isn't cheap
When I get on imma ice out my teeth, yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, bow down to me?
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Lately, I have been wrapping shit
Young nigga I've been clapping shit, yeah, yeah
I come from the bottom, where Niggas they Holler
They beg for a dollar, yeah
Mane fuck 9-5 young nigga, we gonna go ride
"We're going to ride"
Nigga be talking
Get your ass dropped like just fries
Get yo ass dropped like sum fries
Me and little Duke ballin' hard NBA
That ain't my baby; I have nothing to say
They call me A1 without the steak
They say I'm the one who gives me faith
In riding dirty on the way
Smoking gas and talking about my birthday
I came from underrapping like im Gutta-Gutta
Niggas with attitude, it ain't easy, yeah
Pop told me nigga
"Get all this money. We're running it up."
I'm a young nigga flexing real hard, yeah
Go to the stars, yeah
Don't fuck with niggas; they have been telling lies
Bitches be sneaky; they live in despise, yeah
Big booty bitch, she go ride yeah
I'm moving forward, no behind
(Yeah-oh-oh)
(All this pain is on me.)



Credits
Writer(s): Celeb Rick
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