Song Lyrics
he used to take trips they would pack up the rental
Pop was at the crib, now i m a young boss and shorty it s grill time
once again i m a product what you made me solid as a roc i couldn t sign with jay-z
but instead of niggas standin up and cheer for me wanna see my momma cry
blowin on chronic
Always been a starter yung un don t do beach, but instead of niggas standin up and cheer for me wanna see my momma cry
Secluded from the world, she had faith in a yung un she just told me believe
always been a starter yung un don t do beach
home grind derby
and my pops wrote a letter in about a month it reads
Your time s comin soon you ll be out in a week, always been a starter yung un don t do beach Interlude, and now this real talk
And now this real talk, your time s comin soon you ll be out in a week
My bro had squares with stamps in the middle, and i ain t speakin no riddles, your time s comin soon you ll be out in a week
pop was at the crib
Always been a starter yung un don t do beach, back tatted for my niggas cause i love mine
I couldn t see trees, secluded from the world
Said her son was demonic, and now this real talk
she had faith in a yung un she just told me believe
is no punchline
Pop was at the crib, fucked up bed
homies pour beer for me i mean
writin raps in my head no beat
But it gave me time to grow a little, secluded from the world, but instead of niggas standin up and cheer for me wanna see my momma cry
And my pops wrote a letter in about a month it reads, momma sent me off to school
Always been a starter yung un don t do beach, but it gave me time to grow a little
Now i m a young boss and shorty it s grill time, but instead of niggas standin up and cheer for me wanna see my momma cry, and i ain t speakin no riddles
time to do me
Is no punchline, i couldn t see trees, and then bloodline
Pop was at the crib, yung livin reckless
blowin on chronic
Once again i m a product what you made me solid as a roc i couldn t sign with jay-z, pop was at the crib
I m headed for the feets, always been a starter yung un don t do beach Berg, home grind derby
Once again i m a product what you made me solid as a roc i couldn t sign with jay-z, now i m a young boss and shorty it s grill time
And my pops wrote a letter in about a month it reads, blowin on chronic Yung, your time s comin soon you ll be out in a week
still workin on a demo
see first infrared
Now i m a young boss and shorty it s grill time, your time s comin soon you ll be out in a week, now i m a young boss and shorty it s grill time
your time s comin soon you ll be out in a week
Writin raps in my head no beat, see first infrared
And i ain t speakin no riddles, home grind derby Yung, and now this real talk
And then bloodline, she had faith in a yung un she just told me believe Yung, time to do me
and my pops wrote a letter in about a month it reads
and now this real talk
Back tatted for my niggas cause i love mine, back tatted for my niggas cause i love mine
He used to take trips they would pack up the rental, pop was at the crib
Time to do me, yung livin reckless
But instead of niggas standin up and cheer for me wanna see my momma cry, i couldn t see trees Berg, back tatted for my niggas cause i love mine
Fucked up bed, is no punchline
See first infrared, but instead of niggas standin up and cheer for me wanna see my momma cry
and now this real talk
your time s comin soon you ll be out in a week
Blowin on chronic, and now this real talk
Still workin on a demo, and now this real talk
I moved out to cali with my big sister eve, and my pops wrote a letter in about a month it reads