Yell Ell - RNC

Settle now you gon' settle later
Tree hugger we in love with paper
Cut 'em off they was instigating
But til I fall we gon' run it up run it up (Run it up)
Shots to the juggular don't roll another one
I'm feeling cumbersome if I jump in it's like doubledutch
And you in yo hood tryna double up
I used to be the young bul a baby face
Went from rockin' bobos to crazy 8s
No poverty in my home I grew lock jaw from keeping mouth closed
I was called a lot and wasn't close with pops
It was me and Riq like Chris and Neef
Aunt Sandy let me grab the wheel I put the tank on half then hit the streets
Not on no hood shit, I was ballin' on courts with a broke shot
Went coast to coast with a finger roll
We was up one on another block
I got pressed out, new to the game
Fucked up my diet consuming the pain
See my people, under oppression
Guns in the projects who is to blame
We still gotta say fuck the law
They sell freedom, what's the cost
Still gotta find new ways to stunt
More to good life than blazing blunts
They wanna make us pay for love
Create the hate what paper does
No matter what, they gon' look down on us
I guess it'll change when I, grow up

Aye aye
Look at my goals
Aye aye
Stack up the dough
Aye aye
Roll with the boys
Aye aye
Buy me a toy
Aye aye
Get a degree
Aye aye
Go to the league
Aye aye
Fuck all that shit
I'm with the clique
Nigga we lit
I'm off a spliff
Gimme the stick
I'll hit the lic
Nigga we rich
Look at my whip
Look at my bitch
Check out the wrist
Nigga we sick
Cold as it get
I got the drip
Weight on my hip
Nigga I'm real
Don't do the pig
I never squeal
Nigga I'm lit
Nigga I'm real

You ain't shit nigga
When you think about coming home nigga
I swear I can't trust yo ass

I'm thinking
Sound like hard crack like the old days
Young nigga stuck in my old ways
I put a hoodrat in a old maze
But getting out a trap is her forte
So we back to back like drake said it
I wrote this on chronic like Dre read it
Free water niggas still thirsty
Got knowledge rather rob scholars
To drive Benz like fuck the mileage
I got ends but I tuck deposits
Cause ain't no money like fast money
Slow money is close to no money
I gotta wonder how niggas be broke but show money
Guess thats not yo money, huh
I'd rather give lessons of lifetime through my rhymes
At the drop of dimes like loose change my mood swangs
Back and forth same way my balls hang
Pass the torch same way a Viking does
I flash and scorch same way the lightning does, uh huh
No rhymes no cap all facts nah I can't go for that
We keep it underground where the gophers at
I gotta go hard see my folks react
How can change on 'em still through it all I remain humble
Why talk shit if you can't rumble won't fall in the rain but I might stumble I see
I think the game running game on us
Niggas kill fam over angel dust
All the big dogs putting chains on us
Eventually we gotta, grow up

Aye aye
Look at my goals
Aye aye
Stack up the dough
Aye aye
Roll with the boys
Aye aye
Buy me a toy
Aye aye
Get a degree
Aye aye
Go to the league
Aye aye
Fuck all that shit
I'm with the clique
Nigga we lit
I'm off a spliff
Gimme the stick
I'll hit the lic
Nigga we rich
Look at my whip
Look at my bitch
Check out the wrist
Nigga we sick
Cold as it get
I got the drip
Weight on my hip
Nigga I'm real
Don't do the pig
I never squeal
Nigga I'm lit
Nigga I'm real

Written by:
Larry English

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