Legends
If I keep up with this music one day, I'ma be a legend
If I make it out the trenches, I'ma feed my section
If you talkin' reckless, I'ma go and teach you lessons
If I slide up on you, then you better have some blessings
Draw down with my right hand, extra clip in the left 38's, Glock 19's, I was totin' them at 16
Them red beams, them green beams, gonna be aimin' at your chest
You talk shit, you don't live it, you ain't never got respect
I got respect, but I live it, that 38 gonna blow your hat
My lil' homie right beside me, with that dirty mac
It's gang shit, we live it, we don't talk shit, but we run shit
I got juice up in these streets, so boy, why the fuck you frontin'
I came from nothin', but I came up, got a bag, I ran it up
I just wanna get paid, fuck what you say
I'm stay solid till I die, run up, then I bust your face You mess with my team, guaranteed you die todday
We ain't playin' no games, we strapped down with them things
It ain't shit to catch a case like TayK, I will do the race
I ain't lovin' no thot, no bitch has never held me down
When I was down, broke, ain't nobody wanna help me out
Now they see me, now I flash out, bitch, I bring them racks out
If you touch my money, then I'm layin' you down
These stupid bitches sayin' that I can't spit bars But once I get famous, they gonna wanna ride in my car
If I keep up with this music, one day I'ma be a legend If I make it out the trenches, I'ma feed my section
If he talkin' reckless, I'ma go and teach him lessons If I slide up on him, then he better have some blessings
If I make it out the trenches, I'ma feed my section
If you talkin' reckless, I'ma go and teach you lessons
If I slide up on you, then you better have some blessings
Draw down with my right hand, extra clip in the left 38's, Glock 19's, I was totin' them at 16
Them red beams, them green beams, gonna be aimin' at your chest
You talk shit, you don't live it, you ain't never got respect
I got respect, but I live it, that 38 gonna blow your hat
My lil' homie right beside me, with that dirty mac
It's gang shit, we live it, we don't talk shit, but we run shit
I got juice up in these streets, so boy, why the fuck you frontin'
I came from nothin', but I came up, got a bag, I ran it up
I just wanna get paid, fuck what you say
I'm stay solid till I die, run up, then I bust your face You mess with my team, guaranteed you die todday
We ain't playin' no games, we strapped down with them things
It ain't shit to catch a case like TayK, I will do the race
I ain't lovin' no thot, no bitch has never held me down
When I was down, broke, ain't nobody wanna help me out
Now they see me, now I flash out, bitch, I bring them racks out
If you touch my money, then I'm layin' you down
These stupid bitches sayin' that I can't spit bars But once I get famous, they gonna wanna ride in my car
If I keep up with this music, one day I'ma be a legend If I make it out the trenches, I'ma feed my section
If he talkin' reckless, I'ma go and teach him lessons If I slide up on him, then he better have some blessings
Credits
Writer(s): Riley Cagle
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