21
Ayyy, big E-side on this motherfucker, man I'm finna let y'all know what I've been going
through, man Y'all know life, life's a gamble, man
You can't compete with this shit, we know what come with this shit
We forever lit, forever rich Free smoove, fuel's got that heat
Mentally, I've been fucked up, tryna get them bows stuffed
On a plane, paranoid, bad bitch, you could say I lucked up
Got it out the mud, now I cash whips I don't think I ever really had a bad trip
Stack my first fifty, had me feeling like I'm mad rich
Mama in the hood, I got a mover and look past this Brody catching cases, grandma in her casket
Grinding on a daily took a L, they thought I lost it
Ayy, I got ten on me, I'm finna fuck it up I ain't seen Giannis yet, but I got a buck
In the yo with the gig, finna turn it up I been ran it up
I'm the youngest nigga, you could say the biggest pup
Catch a flight, I'm in Hawaii, turning 21 If you need me, I ain't home, send you to my brother
Three, five, two, one, I came from the gutter
I ain't lose shit, man, y'all know I just been staying out the way, catching flights
Tryna make sure my mama is shit happy I'm back on this bitch though
Sneaking out the house, tryna come up on a hundred
I'm a different breed set the ball and Imma punt it
Wap got a pup, I swear that bitch worth some money
If I sign, I don't even want the fucking money
Send it to my mama, she so used to counting commas
On the beach with the vibe, now we got it poppin
Found a plug out west and you know I'm coppin
And you know I'm shopping
Turn me up, can't turn me down, you know I ride with hot shit
How the fuck your pocket's empty, but you got some hollow tips
I been on another level, tryna make it past rich
Why the fuck would I quit
Lately I been chilling in the Stu, spitting hot shit
Ayyy man, I been in the studio chilling, spitting this hot shit
I'm just starting this shit for real
Man, I sound like I been doing this shit for a lil' second, man
I'm a trapper, not a rapper, baby
We get them bows in, we get them sold
Dead homies
Oh yeah, it's my birthday too
At least by the time this shit drop, it will be
21 on you fuck niggas
And I'm lit, I been touched 21 G's, nigga
through, man Y'all know life, life's a gamble, man
You can't compete with this shit, we know what come with this shit
We forever lit, forever rich Free smoove, fuel's got that heat
Mentally, I've been fucked up, tryna get them bows stuffed
On a plane, paranoid, bad bitch, you could say I lucked up
Got it out the mud, now I cash whips I don't think I ever really had a bad trip
Stack my first fifty, had me feeling like I'm mad rich
Mama in the hood, I got a mover and look past this Brody catching cases, grandma in her casket
Grinding on a daily took a L, they thought I lost it
Ayy, I got ten on me, I'm finna fuck it up I ain't seen Giannis yet, but I got a buck
In the yo with the gig, finna turn it up I been ran it up
I'm the youngest nigga, you could say the biggest pup
Catch a flight, I'm in Hawaii, turning 21 If you need me, I ain't home, send you to my brother
Three, five, two, one, I came from the gutter
I ain't lose shit, man, y'all know I just been staying out the way, catching flights
Tryna make sure my mama is shit happy I'm back on this bitch though
Sneaking out the house, tryna come up on a hundred
I'm a different breed set the ball and Imma punt it
Wap got a pup, I swear that bitch worth some money
If I sign, I don't even want the fucking money
Send it to my mama, she so used to counting commas
On the beach with the vibe, now we got it poppin
Found a plug out west and you know I'm coppin
And you know I'm shopping
Turn me up, can't turn me down, you know I ride with hot shit
How the fuck your pocket's empty, but you got some hollow tips
I been on another level, tryna make it past rich
Why the fuck would I quit
Lately I been chilling in the Stu, spitting hot shit
Ayyy man, I been in the studio chilling, spitting this hot shit
I'm just starting this shit for real
Man, I sound like I been doing this shit for a lil' second, man
I'm a trapper, not a rapper, baby
We get them bows in, we get them sold
Dead homies
Oh yeah, it's my birthday too
At least by the time this shit drop, it will be
21 on you fuck niggas
And I'm lit, I been touched 21 G's, nigga
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Writer(s): Kel’ontai Jones
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