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TreOnTheBeat, Yuh
Tay This Beat Too Raw Boy
Enviyon On The Mix
I know, you see
Somehow the world will change for me
And be so wonderful
Live life, breathe air
I know somehow we're gonna get there
And feel so wonderful
Independent nigga by myself I don't need no help
Still up in the hood ain't got enough to pay the homie bail
I ain't finna wash your car for dollars like I'm Ezal
Claiming you can't find me
Well I thought I sent a email
Quito Where You At
Still in the hood I'm tryna make it out
Lil nigga I'm not grown because my dome under my mama house
Real bad influence, you a rat that mean your son a mouse
You said that you was built like that
So show me what you all about
Tre, look
Chill out with that fading
I'm tryna spit my breath out, but I thought the beat wasn't playing
Bae
Man I'm Single, what I'm saying
But when I get this bread, you better not say that you was waiting
Follow me in the merry measures
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Man it's summer, not winter
I was small but I got bigger
I was tryna hunt them niggas, you know Von gon' pull that trigger
When I said I'm from Chicago, that does not mean I am from the O
I'm from the raq to put you in a pack, and I don't even smoke
You thought that we was joking, till we hit you with them bo-bos
It's all love to Detroit, and I don't even throw up the four-fours
Nigga ain't did nothing with that clip, it's gon' stay full
We'll wipe out your nose like it's nasal
You a lil baby you belong up in that cradle
I'm independent, I ain't signed to no label yet
Mmm, life support, I ain't stuck to no cables
Cables, my birthday passed up in April
Put a nigga dead up in this pot like I'm Rachael
It's finna get real sticky like it's maple
Me and Ave'Veyon, we was blicking at your mama house
High speed chase, so we had to take a second route
I was just a baby, four years old I was watching sprout
Shoutout to DDG and Tre my name Quito I'm out
I know, you see
Somehow the world will change for me
And be so wonderful
We did that
Follow me in the merry measures
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Tay This Beat Too Raw Boy
Enviyon On The Mix
I know, you see
Somehow the world will change for me
And be so wonderful
Live life, breathe air
I know somehow we're gonna get there
And feel so wonderful
Independent nigga by myself I don't need no help
Still up in the hood ain't got enough to pay the homie bail
I ain't finna wash your car for dollars like I'm Ezal
Claiming you can't find me
Well I thought I sent a email
Quito Where You At
Still in the hood I'm tryna make it out
Lil nigga I'm not grown because my dome under my mama house
Real bad influence, you a rat that mean your son a mouse
You said that you was built like that
So show me what you all about
Tre, look
Chill out with that fading
I'm tryna spit my breath out, but I thought the beat wasn't playing
Bae
Man I'm Single, what I'm saying
But when I get this bread, you better not say that you was waiting
Follow me in the merry measures
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Man it's summer, not winter
I was small but I got bigger
I was tryna hunt them niggas, you know Von gon' pull that trigger
When I said I'm from Chicago, that does not mean I am from the O
I'm from the raq to put you in a pack, and I don't even smoke
You thought that we was joking, till we hit you with them bo-bos
It's all love to Detroit, and I don't even throw up the four-fours
Nigga ain't did nothing with that clip, it's gon' stay full
We'll wipe out your nose like it's nasal
You a lil baby you belong up in that cradle
I'm independent, I ain't signed to no label yet
Mmm, life support, I ain't stuck to no cables
Cables, my birthday passed up in April
Put a nigga dead up in this pot like I'm Rachael
It's finna get real sticky like it's maple
Me and Ave'Veyon, we was blicking at your mama house
High speed chase, so we had to take a second route
I was just a baby, four years old I was watching sprout
Shoutout to DDG and Tre my name Quito I'm out
I know, you see
Somehow the world will change for me
And be so wonderful
We did that
Follow me in the merry measures
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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Writer(s): Stephen Cunningham Iii
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