Yourday (feat. Fusway Jones & Mt. Oddo)
It's Your day
I'm Not flexing
I'm tryna tell you the truth
First of the crew to get head
I was 7
First of the crew to shoot led
I was 11
Told of my muffuckin friends, they said I was flexing
I said if I'm lying I know that I'm dying
The roar of lion, the cry of a wolf.
The head is my brain
The led is my pencil
7-11 it all together
Knew I was a god, made it all simple
Meanwhile
I put that on the Bible
Cuz Niggas swear its timing
The diamonds and grinding and fiening to keep shinning
Chains around ya neck
Like chains around ya wrist
Diamonds on your fist like diamonds from the bloody finger tips
But whose blood
Your blood
His Blood Her Blood
Trumps Blood on some savage shit
But what's a blood to a doc
Whats a blood to a God
Ima God
You a God
He a God
She a God
Think she not
Ima a God
You a God
He a God
She A God
Think you not
When it's lights camera action don't worry bout it it's in em
Young nigga wit a dirty pistol I remember
Hard headed never did listen runt of the liter
Posted on the block wit the killers and the dealers
Trying to catch jugg I'm the man in the middle
I was all in then I seen the bigger picture
Like life been hard cause I'm proud to be black nigga
Fuck the beefing rather get money witcha my nigga
Let's show em we can do more than shoot at each other nigga
Go get you a bag and spend it wit us nigga
Everything they do they Get it from us nigga
So I don't get offended when they say the word nigga
Cause truth be told they wanna be us Nigga
Kings and queens no they can't take it from us Nîgga
Right hand to god the real I fuck wit em
Ima a god BLM it's up wit em
Ima God
You a God
He a God
She a God
Think she not
Point God off the dribble
Ima God you a God we official
Looking at the bigger picture
Gotta keep it Gutta Gutta
Confirm everything I utter
A Melanin goddess the color peanut butter
Push it in just to make her stutter
I give her a stankin like she in trouble trouble
Tryna get her out them coochie cutter's
Yea life's a bitch but I know one thing
She gon tell you I'm the perfect lover
That ain't no prob
Nope I won't flex you I want in
Links from the Cuban hang right below my chin
Fo u try to pull my card better know my pin
I ain't never met a dollar bill I won't spend
Can't locked out I'm too locked in
Yeen got shit going you not my friend
Yell out East Point, throw up my 10's
Ima God but the kind that'll call on Men
Point God off the dribble
Ima God you a God we official
Looking at the bigger picture, put in work
I'm Not flexing
I'm tryna tell you the truth
First of the crew to get head
I was 7
First of the crew to shoot led
I was 11
Told of my muffuckin friends, they said I was flexing
I said if I'm lying I know that I'm dying
The roar of lion, the cry of a wolf.
The head is my brain
The led is my pencil
7-11 it all together
Knew I was a god, made it all simple
Meanwhile
I put that on the Bible
Cuz Niggas swear its timing
The diamonds and grinding and fiening to keep shinning
Chains around ya neck
Like chains around ya wrist
Diamonds on your fist like diamonds from the bloody finger tips
But whose blood
Your blood
His Blood Her Blood
Trumps Blood on some savage shit
But what's a blood to a doc
Whats a blood to a God
Ima God
You a God
He a God
She a God
Think she not
Ima a God
You a God
He a God
She A God
Think you not
When it's lights camera action don't worry bout it it's in em
Young nigga wit a dirty pistol I remember
Hard headed never did listen runt of the liter
Posted on the block wit the killers and the dealers
Trying to catch jugg I'm the man in the middle
I was all in then I seen the bigger picture
Like life been hard cause I'm proud to be black nigga
Fuck the beefing rather get money witcha my nigga
Let's show em we can do more than shoot at each other nigga
Go get you a bag and spend it wit us nigga
Everything they do they Get it from us nigga
So I don't get offended when they say the word nigga
Cause truth be told they wanna be us Nigga
Kings and queens no they can't take it from us Nîgga
Right hand to god the real I fuck wit em
Ima a god BLM it's up wit em
Ima God
You a God
He a God
She a God
Think she not
Point God off the dribble
Ima God you a God we official
Looking at the bigger picture
Gotta keep it Gutta Gutta
Confirm everything I utter
A Melanin goddess the color peanut butter
Push it in just to make her stutter
I give her a stankin like she in trouble trouble
Tryna get her out them coochie cutter's
Yea life's a bitch but I know one thing
She gon tell you I'm the perfect lover
That ain't no prob
Nope I won't flex you I want in
Links from the Cuban hang right below my chin
Fo u try to pull my card better know my pin
I ain't never met a dollar bill I won't spend
Can't locked out I'm too locked in
Yeen got shit going you not my friend
Yell out East Point, throw up my 10's
Ima God but the kind that'll call on Men
Point God off the dribble
Ima God you a God we official
Looking at the bigger picture, put in work
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Thaxton
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