[Intro]
Lor scoota man (Up Next)
Introduction to the motherf*cking world man (YBS the campaign)
I want y'all know im in the for the long run (Up next, I stamp)
I ain't like these young n*ggas man, i ain't tryna hit the stash
I'm tryna eat forever (Know The Boy)
[Hook] 2x
Making money
Smoking skunky
f*ckin' n*ggas b*tches
The Hood love me f*ck a label I put on for the trenches
Im living better than i was but im still ina trenches
Still getting love from the all thugs shoutout to my n*ggas
[Verse 1]
Right back to the sh*t that got a n*gga here
I ain't neva gonna quit, n*gga this my year
Thought i was gonna flop, not this year
Got sh*t that a lot of real n*ggas need to hear
I done learned so much over this past year
I done been through so much that I dont even care
Use to eat cold cuts, now 5 star meals
Use to steal from my mother now I help with the bills
And I'm still ina field, still getta n*gga killed
If she ain't my b*tch, I dont care how she feel
Im getting rich, you ain't going to never know it feels
I be taking them trips and I ain't got no deal
I don't look up to no rapper I only salute the real
I don't call myself a rapper I call it how i see it
How you call yourself a trapper selling weed for ya mans
How you let a n*gga trick you out ya last 5 bands
These n*ggas just stupid, they ain't got lead, and if you wanna get mad you can feel this lead
Ima rock one of yall b*tch n*ggas to bed
Im rockin the 40 like its part of my fit, tucked in the louie its right on my hip
Im going through it, i been through some sh*t
When i get mad, the sh*t i regret, please dont make me made ima regret ya death
Buy me a pound, break it all down. smoke me an ounce
Im selling the rest
You bought a pound after a pound, smoked it all now you ain't got sh*t left
You tried to blame me and my n*ggas, said that we used you for money you stupid b*tch
You know thats a lie, YBS we the sh*t
Im on my, sh*t im getting rich
Ima go getta, money i go get it
Make enough me and my n*ggas goin split it
Me and lor ron use to sit in the kitchen, talking about how we gonna sh*t on n*ggas, thinking about how we can get richer
Only right you eat who you starved with n*gga
At night i just sit back going through pictures, couple n*ggas b*tched up, i done lost a few n*ggas, i ain't never switch up, kept it real with you n*ggas, came ina game mr underdawg n*gga, now im up next i ain't under you n*ggas, count checks dot com and im logged on n*gga still plugged in i know whats going on
Streets raised me i was born ina trenches, i believe in allah i dont fear no n*gga
[Hook 2]
Believe in gettin money
Smoke skunky
f*ck b*tches
Hood love me
Through all the hate and rumors, ima hunnit
Guns in ya video ain't bust nothing
[Verse 2]
Got the 40 on me in most my pictures
I ain't gotta show it, just know I got it with me
Try run up, you get hit with the blicky
Free lor Fred, he gonna kill ah n*gga with me
Lor Cholly was there when i left a n*gga [ ? ]
He threathen my life so i get em before he get me
Any n*gga can get it, I ain't never been picky
Got goons ina cut, barely ever see them with me
The n*ggas thats with me, when i go they goin with me
Put the team on my back, put the trenches ina frenzy
All the b*tches know that, YBS we them n*ggas
A n*gga say different he a hating ass n*gga, f*ck em I ain't worried about no hating ass n*gga
Talk about me, have a conversation, broke boy i dont wanna have a conversation n*gga, hoe n*gga you can talk to this big four nickel
I dont talk to ya hoe i just give her this pickel
22 years old sh*tting on old n*ggas
Had the chance make out the trenches but you didn't
Now they mad cause im the leader of the trenches
I ain't going no where, I just started this n*gga
Fans love me cause im still in the trenches
They know im way different from these rappin ass n*ggas
You a rapping ass, rattin ass, rappin ass n*gga
I dont want no song, can't shake hands with you, won't get on my songs, under my fans n*gga, I'm hands on like a iPad n*gga
Scoota Up next, Just call me up next
I just want my respect, I dont do it for the checks
I could of stayed in the trap, in my room writing raps
I done came to far ain't no going back