MGM Hezzy - Still Young

Crashed the foreign think I'm moving too fast
I'm living life like a young nigga should though
They don't want to see you ball but it's too late
These supreme you could see on my shoe laces
State to state poured a deuce on a one way
Scored a four I'm trying to see how this mud taste
Out the mud I had to get that shit some way
Feel like Kanye all black on a Sunday
Left Neimans four pairs that's nothing
Keep going you gone ball don't rush it
I been grinding til my wrist get flooded
Who gone be there for you keep it a hunnid
We still young you might fuck up some bags though
Trying to ball and wear my diamonds in maestros
Yeah I got it on my own what you mad for
You ain't got a bag to spend what you ask for
Had to get up off that bench I was trying to go ball
Walked in and bought them jeans I ain't read what it cost
They don't want a young nigga til your bag get tall
When I get that Cartier I want diamonds involved
Only drive in sport mode that's when it's the fastest
It was sitting at my house so I took it in traffic
From a honda to ughh now I'm back in action
I was flying in that bitch til my shit got damaged
How my car get out here if it was made by Germans
First day and I was happy I was already swervin
Finna get that new truck with the stars and the curtains
Took them jeans to the front then I made that purchase
Poured the tris in the sprite I jus scored like curry
I was trying to pour that shit til my cup got dirty
Started balling on my own they ain't give me no jersey
He not really trying to kill he just off that Percy
Feel like baby in the club when I wear these chains
I ain't running from the boys I just switch my lanes
Young turnt nigga I just pulled up In a range
In this big body truck like I'm driving a tank
Drove that bitch off the lot and I'm already sliding
You just took her on a date and she already lying
Fourteen Carot ain't enough got to get them diamonds
Knew this shit was getting real when my friends start dying
In my off white kicks what you got on the carpet
When I pulled up in that porsche I ain't know where to park it
I ain't even play my songs she said I'm the hardest
What we doing if they close down Neiman Marcus

Written by:
Henry Brice

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