LegenDairy
Keep it real keep it solid until my days come to an end
Yea I was posted on my Vlone straight up stacking dividends
Yea I'm new up in this rap game, so this how it begins
Boutta stack a mill without a deal and fuck on all her friends
Yea we pulling up in lifted trucks couple thousand on the rims
Cause I'm cooling in the backwoods smoking backwoods fuck the Benz
Yea you cannot see the vision Maui Jim's they be the lens
And you cannot try and stop me cause my clip ain't got an end
Yea I used to move some crazy weight I don't need to elaborate
Yea I Used to trap all night and day just tryna get the paper straight
I got so much out the game, that now I must reciprocate
And I be killing all these beats, so you cannot come resuscitate
Who popped up out the cut?
Bitch you know that it was us
Drinking forties smashing shorties
Riding round don't give a fuck
Cause I'm cooling where you're booling from the suburbs to the hood
Bitch it's MilkMan The PaperBoy you know my word is good
I chase the bag like hunger games
I could take a hundred lanes
But I cruise control and stay the same, steady passing all you lames
Not from the bottom to the top, but my bread went from a little bit straight to a lot
I like to thank god that I never got caught, and my wrist stays frozen with no ice in my watch
Whip got horses like a carriage, yuh
Pack all colors like a parrot, yuh
Committed to the game like marriage, yuh
Your girl in my tub-man like Harriot, yuh
In school I always had really good grades, but if you talking some shit then you might catch a fade
Still the same squad I'm not doing a trade, and the pussy stay wet just like everglade
These rappers stay sleep just like they on tussin
So I'm bussin a full clip just to prove that I'm something
I go hard in the stu as if I had nothing, but if I went and said that then I'd really be fronting
My pockets are full and my bag is fat
So if I lose that then it's back to the trap
I'm not from the hood put my burbs on my back
Bitch it's MilkMan The PaperBoy I present you with facts
Who popped up out the cut?
Bitch you know that it was us
Drinking forties smashing shorties
Riding round don't give a fuck
Cause I'm cooling where you're booling from the suburbs to the hood
Bitch it's MilkMan The PaperBoy you know my word is good
Yea I was posted on my Vlone straight up stacking dividends
Yea I'm new up in this rap game, so this how it begins
Boutta stack a mill without a deal and fuck on all her friends
Yea we pulling up in lifted trucks couple thousand on the rims
Cause I'm cooling in the backwoods smoking backwoods fuck the Benz
Yea you cannot see the vision Maui Jim's they be the lens
And you cannot try and stop me cause my clip ain't got an end
Yea I used to move some crazy weight I don't need to elaborate
Yea I Used to trap all night and day just tryna get the paper straight
I got so much out the game, that now I must reciprocate
And I be killing all these beats, so you cannot come resuscitate
Who popped up out the cut?
Bitch you know that it was us
Drinking forties smashing shorties
Riding round don't give a fuck
Cause I'm cooling where you're booling from the suburbs to the hood
Bitch it's MilkMan The PaperBoy you know my word is good
I chase the bag like hunger games
I could take a hundred lanes
But I cruise control and stay the same, steady passing all you lames
Not from the bottom to the top, but my bread went from a little bit straight to a lot
I like to thank god that I never got caught, and my wrist stays frozen with no ice in my watch
Whip got horses like a carriage, yuh
Pack all colors like a parrot, yuh
Committed to the game like marriage, yuh
Your girl in my tub-man like Harriot, yuh
In school I always had really good grades, but if you talking some shit then you might catch a fade
Still the same squad I'm not doing a trade, and the pussy stay wet just like everglade
These rappers stay sleep just like they on tussin
So I'm bussin a full clip just to prove that I'm something
I go hard in the stu as if I had nothing, but if I went and said that then I'd really be fronting
My pockets are full and my bag is fat
So if I lose that then it's back to the trap
I'm not from the hood put my burbs on my back
Bitch it's MilkMan The PaperBoy I present you with facts
Who popped up out the cut?
Bitch you know that it was us
Drinking forties smashing shorties
Riding round don't give a fuck
Cause I'm cooling where you're booling from the suburbs to the hood
Bitch it's MilkMan The PaperBoy you know my word is good
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Writer(s): Milkman Paperboy
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