Yung Plewto Weezz - Superior

Yea, yea
I'm keeping it locked with my day ones, won't be no hate dog
I'm sacrificing my old life to break them chains off
They tried to calculate my moves, but they was way off
I seen niggas scrape the pan, I seen niggas snake they mans
I'm carrying this shit around on my body this bitch can shake a van
I ain got time for nan talking, I need that pape in hand
Gotta treat this shit like life or death, is you gone take a chance?
Gotta treat this shit like life or death, is you gone make some bands?
You grabbing a chop you gotta know just where to place your hands
Gotta watch a hoe you know these bitches love to play pretend
Hustle my religion I'm getting baptized in these Benjamins
It'll be a cold day in hell before I call on y'all
You ever spoke on Plewto name, bitch I'ma ball on y'all
Every day, I talk to God and pray I gotta fulfill these visions
They ask me how I became this man, this shit from pain and wisdom
I done heard some down talk that shit can't break me nigga
Bitch go knock some miles off I know that pussy brittle
Natural artist in this shit the way I paint a picture
I transformed this ain't my last form, I'm going bigger
Yea, yea
I'm keeping it locked with my day ones, won't be no hate dog
Had to get in the habit of choosing myself and knocking the weight off
They tried to tell me who I was, but they was way off
I seen niggas acting like they real, but they was faking friends
Every time they sat and counted me out, I was busy making plans
I ain't got time for nan talking, I need that pape in hand
Gotta treat this shit like life or death, is you gone
Take a chance?

Written by:
Ja Quan Mitchell

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