MellowMills & 2300 - YOLO FREESTYLE

Niggas don't know me nor do they know what I been through
Ride inna AMG thats how I bend through
Just wanted head I ain't mean to offend you
One percent tint on my whip ain't a rental
Niggas don't know me but act like the press
They mention my name and they talk with respect
Two tone rollie on my wrist baguettes
I'm just gonna do it I'm all bout' a check
Been a long time coming
How could you say I ain't earn it
When I'm in the stu everyday and I'm cooking up shit
Hot as a furnace
They ain't teach me no rules I was in them streets
I had to learn it
No thats not your girl if you see her with me
I know he hurting
It ain't my fault, it ain't my fault, it ain't my fault
I got crossed, I cut her off, there ain't talk
I'm back in my bag again
Niggas don't want no smoke
Come with two macs splitting his head like an apple
Only talk facts and that's way before Snapple
If we gone 69 please don't tattle
You niggas be posting real shit all day
But you know that you never lived that way
I really ain't have no help I found a way
You only living once there ain't no replay
Life is a game treat it like 2k
I been balling on these niggas
Praying to god I do that everyday
I wasn't born a sinner
But I been stacking chips
For as long as I could remember ugh
Told my plug send a shipment
Got 2 p's coming from Denver ugh
This life is really fast in the booth to hit the brakes
Swear to god I'll put us all on
Don't matter what the stakes
And I know they can't relate to us
Been up all night counting paper up
Been up all night I got paper cuts
But I like that problem so its straight with us
I did it first they on the same thing
Ain't it crazy just how lanes change
I'm living good can't really complain
It feel good I came up my way

Written by:
Linden Bascom, Milton Forson

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