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I started as a youngin'
And I'm paving a way
And I ain't owe you nothin', bitch get out my way
She wanna fuck 'cause she heard I'm gettin' paid
But I ain't see no hate behind Cartier shades
I ain't riding no wave, listening to nobody's how you get paid
Bitch I ain't no slave, but I'm keeping that K
Shot down, ride around, speeding, smoking on the interstate
Yeah they know that I got it, they see that I'm popping
I'm starting doing numbers, these fake niggas nauseous
The top is my option
I'm knowing they mad, but they just keep on watching
Ooh, don't get me started today
8th in the wood, yeah and I'm floating to space
I feel high as a plane, and I'm touching this money
I'm thinking 'bout compass and chains
I feel like we all lost souls
Tryna navigate, dodging all potholes
Breaking bread 'til we all on payrolls
Get rich or die trying, yeah that's the motto
My people's setting trends and the hoes follow
Said that I'm perfect, I ain't feel close
Said that I'm different, I ain't ever lose hope
I'ma get money, even if I sell dope
Fuck it, I'm back on my shit and I'm running, I love it
I'm teaching the game, I give everybody something
I call you my brother, just know that I trust you
Move in the dark, you ain't see when I'm coming
Keeping my glock when I walk in the function
I pour up some wock when I'm running through hunnids'
Fuck all you haters cause ya'll ain't know nothing
I'm taking my chance and you know that I'm jumping
I started as a youngin' (on my own)
And I started as a youngin'
I'm paving a way and it's crazy, uh
She wan' have my baby
Ay, I hope the Lord saves me, 'cause things get crazy
All I ever know was stay ready, the streets stay tetchy
They tryna come replace me, but I been shotting way too long
And I flew through the rain, now it's time for a jet seat
Paparazzi got too many flashed, make a nigga go blind
When I'm rolling in the backseat
Yeah, now I'm at a party bitches be staying
Her nigga mad 'cause he ain't me
Yeah, now I'm at a party, bitches be staying
Her nigga mad 'cause he ain't me
Ay, ay
Niggas mad 'cause they ain't me
I started as a youngin'
And I'm paving a way
And I ain't owe you nothin', bitch get out my way
She wanna fuck 'cause she heard I'm gettin' paid
But I ain't see no hate behind Cartier shades
I ain't riding no wave, listening to nobody's how you get paid
Bitch I ain't no slave, but I'm keeping that K
Shot down, ride around, speeding, smoking on the interstate
I started as a youngin', on my own
Yeah, you can get slumped man, send shots at your skull
My niggas they calling me goat, and I crush up some dope
And put it all in the bowl
And I hustle every day, can't afford to go slow
All of this fake love, I can't trust a soul
You see the shine on all of my V's, baby love what she sees
Driving whips without no keys
I'm blowing down trees, sipping Hennessy
I started as a youngin'
And I'm paving a way
And I ain't owe you nothin', bitch get out my way
She wanna fuck 'cause she heard I'm gettin' paid
But I ain't see no hate behind Cartier shades
I ain't riding no wave, listening to nobody's how you get paid
Bitch I ain't no slave, but I'm keeping that K
Shot down, ride around, speeding, smoking on the interstate
And I'm paving a way
And I ain't owe you nothin', bitch get out my way
She wanna fuck 'cause she heard I'm gettin' paid
But I ain't see no hate behind Cartier shades
I ain't riding no wave, listening to nobody's how you get paid
Bitch I ain't no slave, but I'm keeping that K
Shot down, ride around, speeding, smoking on the interstate
Yeah they know that I got it, they see that I'm popping
I'm starting doing numbers, these fake niggas nauseous
The top is my option
I'm knowing they mad, but they just keep on watching
Ooh, don't get me started today
8th in the wood, yeah and I'm floating to space
I feel high as a plane, and I'm touching this money
I'm thinking 'bout compass and chains
I feel like we all lost souls
Tryna navigate, dodging all potholes
Breaking bread 'til we all on payrolls
Get rich or die trying, yeah that's the motto
My people's setting trends and the hoes follow
Said that I'm perfect, I ain't feel close
Said that I'm different, I ain't ever lose hope
I'ma get money, even if I sell dope
Fuck it, I'm back on my shit and I'm running, I love it
I'm teaching the game, I give everybody something
I call you my brother, just know that I trust you
Move in the dark, you ain't see when I'm coming
Keeping my glock when I walk in the function
I pour up some wock when I'm running through hunnids'
Fuck all you haters cause ya'll ain't know nothing
I'm taking my chance and you know that I'm jumping
I started as a youngin' (on my own)
And I started as a youngin'
I'm paving a way and it's crazy, uh
She wan' have my baby
Ay, I hope the Lord saves me, 'cause things get crazy
All I ever know was stay ready, the streets stay tetchy
They tryna come replace me, but I been shotting way too long
And I flew through the rain, now it's time for a jet seat
Paparazzi got too many flashed, make a nigga go blind
When I'm rolling in the backseat
Yeah, now I'm at a party bitches be staying
Her nigga mad 'cause he ain't me
Yeah, now I'm at a party, bitches be staying
Her nigga mad 'cause he ain't me
Ay, ay
Niggas mad 'cause they ain't me
I started as a youngin'
And I'm paving a way
And I ain't owe you nothin', bitch get out my way
She wanna fuck 'cause she heard I'm gettin' paid
But I ain't see no hate behind Cartier shades
I ain't riding no wave, listening to nobody's how you get paid
Bitch I ain't no slave, but I'm keeping that K
Shot down, ride around, speeding, smoking on the interstate
I started as a youngin', on my own
Yeah, you can get slumped man, send shots at your skull
My niggas they calling me goat, and I crush up some dope
And put it all in the bowl
And I hustle every day, can't afford to go slow
All of this fake love, I can't trust a soul
You see the shine on all of my V's, baby love what she sees
Driving whips without no keys
I'm blowing down trees, sipping Hennessy
I started as a youngin'
And I'm paving a way
And I ain't owe you nothin', bitch get out my way
She wanna fuck 'cause she heard I'm gettin' paid
But I ain't see no hate behind Cartier shades
I ain't riding no wave, listening to nobody's how you get paid
Bitch I ain't no slave, but I'm keeping that K
Shot down, ride around, speeding, smoking on the interstate
Credits
Writer(s): Dillon Lee Herrera
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