Intro (feat. Blaique Griff)

I'ma Young Go Getting ass nigga with the mind of a menace
Way before I had one I had my mind on my business
I ain't looking for no deal I'll get mine independent
Ain't got no hands in my pocket tryna count how i spend it
Calculate when i get it
Gotta safe fulla Benji's
A different place for the 20s
It ain't a race but I'm sprinting
Take a break when I'm finished
I gotta plate fulla spinach
They see my face on an image
I know they hate that I'm winning
I'm up in REAL LIFE fuck living a lie
Setup shop in the kitchen catch me splitting them pies
I can eyeball a zip without squinting an eye
So if you think you getting over you just getting in line
Take life a brick at a time
Thats what's getting us by
Everybody popping X cause that's what getting em high
Popping pills just to slide he a bitch in disguise
Say if thats really how you feel look the bitch in his eyes
Before you shut them hoes
I was the man before I cut them hoes
I might fuck her good but she know I'll never trust her thougj
In love with the money we could never let each other go
Big bra smoke? Baby gone head let yo brother know
We got 8ths
Quarters
Halves
O's
Qp
HP
Whole's a dos
Get it bag it let it go
Everything is for the low



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Porter, Tony Quigley, Anthony Guest
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