Miami

Yz
This shit just went crazy
Twenty twenty three might have me baby
I cannot sit and be pity or lazy
Uh I'm optimistic
Shooters ballistic
They did not fuck with the kid
Ya digg
Yz
This shit just went crazy
Twenty twenty three might have me baby
I cannot sit and be pity or lazy
Uh I'm optimistic
Shooters ballistic
They did not fuck with the kid
They did not fuck with the kid
Ya digg
They did not fuck with the kid
They probably got hate on my son
Like nah I don't think so
That nigga name is D-I-O-R
He's a hell of a Don
A hell of a king
A hell of a star
That's my lil nigga
Ya digg
I raised the bar for my people
I raised the bar for my legacy
I raised the bar for my leaches
Fuck all the leaches
Send em in pieces
Ya digg

Slept on the floor
Slept on the floor
I was on war
I got no lies
U ever cry?
I'm on my own
Zero below
Ice on my neck
Give me my check
On time
I'm blessed that I'm alive
You can die for your slime
But does he do the same to you?
Mi dici dove vai
Five am with my Nine
Yeah I'm fine ooohhh
These hoes tryna call me
But I don't want nobody
Except you
I wanna love you
If you wanna stay
Blame on you



Credits
Writer(s): Filippo Migliorini
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