Yearn It

Man I'm trying make it out the mud
Man I'm trying to make sure that my family gotta eat for sure
Lately I have been running out of love
I do not think this shit is for me anymore
I was in the streets I was moving with my youngins
Nadi got expelled every night I've been in hiding
Got to watch my back cause I know these vamps watching
Fuck it I just want the money
I yearn it I yearn it I yearn it
Fuck it I just want the money
I yearn it I yearn it I yearn it

i was down bad
So fuck the system
You can not really right or wrong the system
I got make it out the mud I'm so persistent
I done so much wrong I cannot list em
I just wanna out chilling in my yard
With my homies and we doing what we want
Nigga touch my whip sucide
Pressure Got me losing my mind
How Many time in rows
Had close my eyes and ghost
24 hours on road
I ain't popping them perky no more
L.o.c.o with the gang
We doing more folders
Counting all them hundred racks
And dodging all popo
Bitch am no ice cream but I'm stone cold
Getting money stacks
Jeff Bezos
mind on the bag now get it pronto
Tell my niggas I be back when I get it
Them homies never seen me in the building so I went in
Can't lose till I die
Till I die I'm repping
Got goons on the back
From the southside repping

Man I'm trying make it out the mud
Man I'm trying to make sure that my family gotta eat forsho
Lately I have been running out of love
I do not think this shit is for me anymore
I was in the streets I was moving with my youngins
Nadi got expelled every night I've been I hiding
Got to watch my back cause I know these vamps watching
Fuck it I just want the money
I yearn it I yearn it I yearn it
Fuck it I just want the money
I yearn it I yearn it I yearn it



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Ugo
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