Ygldom - Stay Afloat

I need
You to show you real if you had ever said you fucked wit me
Thinking bout the times when all the killers killers fucked wit me
Never show remorse to the pussy niggas that's under me
I ain't signing shit from a label so don't even come to me
I could kick my feet in cali i'm sitting comfortably
And i keep the glock on my side because they be hunting me
I can't leave my house without money ain't caught with under three
You can't say i sound like a nigga it's only one of me
Bitch i got a glock so you can't rumble me
Bitch I got a girl so you ain't hugging me
Why you say my name but you won't come to me
Nigga he a snake so i'm confronting him
I feel like the president way my niggas get suited up
Niggas think they rich but a hundred thousand ain't new to us
You ain't really drinking the wocky until you threw it up
You ain't really willing to block me unless you goofy'd up
Ain't get no time for being real
I'm to high to pop a pill
Niggas sign up for the streets to either die or go and squeal
I be in the studio ain't got no time to eat a meal
I don't fuck wit nine to fives I gotta grind to get a mill
I don't let new niggas in matter of time till they steal
I let bitches take my heart and I need time so I could heal
Brodie stacking up the pounds I sip a line then pop the seal
Niggas getting charged
Then they ask the feds to make a deal
Ima superstar
Niggas know I'm dying on top the hill
I bought newer cars
Niggas taking pictures told em chill
I won't pop a bar
But I sip the wok it change my build
When they see me drive Mclarens or a Porsche this shit for real
The way that I be living gotta put my sister in my will
I started as a youngin going out and do it for a thrill
You know you ain't gotta worry I could cover all the bills
Everytime I think bout Pop and Reek I'm high I'm getting chills
I told em think about it
If you winning in this life then niggas still would doubt it
If you grew up next to Reek then you would kill about him
I don't like the thought that niggas still be at the bottom
When i'm going out i'm strapped can't leave the crib without it
Going down the wrong path you can still reroute it
Said we wasn't gon last niggas still be doubting
In a Rarri going fast and I

Written by:
Dominic Serowsky

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