Me
(I love you Jay)
They told me I'm to young to make it in music
You niggas ain't know what I'm doin'
I pull up, that choppa we using, I gotta all this greens and it ain't doin'
Woah, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Woah
Off of that drank, I'm high off the laser
Adding that purple syrup in my cup, it's giving it flavor
Fifteen more years I'm finna be major
Telling my mama, yeah sooner or later, we making that paper
I'm finna buy me a mansion in hills, that's where I'ma take her
My mama told me keep my chin up and my grandma said pray to our savior
I was used to being in the back I swear to god, they like my wave bruh
Checking the way that they claim stuff too many gangs that can name us
I wrote a song but people just hate how I say stuff
The only people that I trust, they all know my name dawg
Yeah, all of these people, they all know I hate y'all
Ayy, I'm friends with antisocialallity
Ayy, niggas just photoshop shit and think it's reality
Why the fuck these people doing they shit, they seem like they mad at me
Am I really all talk? Fucked up kid with a different mentality
I got made fun of for having them cavities
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy,
Oh woah, where's my cash?
I'm taking my time forgetting my past
I'm on my grind so money is last
Look at they face I'm getting them mad
Ayy, I just wanna say my life pretty
Only thing that got me fucked up is this story
We talking bout fame, we talking bout glory
Most of these niggas they actin' like Dory
This is my mission, yeah, this is my story
They told me I'm to young to make it in music
You niggas ain't know what I'm doin'
I pull up, that choppa we using, I gotta all this greens and it ain't doin'
Woah, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Woah
Off of that drank, I'm high off the laser
Adding that purple syrup in my cup, it's giving it flavor
Fifteen more years I'm finna be major
Telling my mama, yeah sooner or later, we making that paper
I'm finna buy me a mansion in hills, that's where I'ma take her
My mama told me keep my chin up and my grandma said pray to our savior
I was used to being in the back I swear to god, they like my wave bruh
Checking the way that they claim stuff too many gangs that can name us
I wrote a song but people just hate how I say stuff
The only people that I trust, they all know my name dawg
Yeah, all of these people, they all know I hate y'all
Ayy, I'm friends with antisocialallity
Ayy, niggas just photoshop shit and think it's reality
Why the fuck these people doing they shit, they seem like they mad at me
Am I really all talk? Fucked up kid with a different mentality
I got made fun of for having them cavities
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy,
Oh woah, where's my cash?
I'm taking my time forgetting my past
I'm on my grind so money is last
Look at they face I'm getting them mad
Ayy, I just wanna say my life pretty
Only thing that got me fucked up is this story
We talking bout fame, we talking bout glory
Most of these niggas they actin' like Dory
This is my mission, yeah, this is my story
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Writer(s): Victor Santibanez
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