Word

People gon hate you for reasons they can't name
Police pulled us over we all took the blame
I'll ride for mines would you do the same
4 guys 1 goal, 1 aim
Let me tell you sumthing man we all gifted
Criteria for a star we all fit it
In college surrounded by negativity
Went and dropped out my nigga is you feeling me
Don't ever fucking tell me that I can't do it
Cuz imma beat the odds imma fucking do it
My momma told me son you gon be great
Keep working hard its gon be food on yo plate
Negative 3000, we came back
I'ont even know how but that shit way back
People showing fake love and we peep
But act like we don't speak
It's deep
We gon keep working tho
It ain't over
YMG baby you know what the fuck goin on nigga



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Writer(s): Daniel Adinlewa
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