[Intro]
Ya Boyz
Young Lloyd On The Scene And I Keeps It Basic
And My n***as Out Here Blowin Weed Like Jamaicans
Call Me Brandon Jennings Cause Im All About My Bucks
Pushing To The End Like Melo Cause You
Know Your Boys Is Clutch
On The Ave With Yellow Biggies, Sumthing Like Ducks
In The Dead Of Night But We Shinning Like The Sun
Shooting For The Stars So I Went And Copped A Gun, A Cop Told Me Chase My Dreams
So Im All Ways On The Run
[2nd Verse]
We On Different Levels, You Know This
Im Lebron James, You John Lucas
Money Ain't A Joke, It Plays A Big Part
n***as Claim Its There Account, But You Ain't Kevin Hart
We Stay In The Clouds So I Gotta Be The Pilot
If You Ain't Coppin Loud, Than Be Quite!
Dont Try To Act Tuff And Talk Back, Cause You Only Say What You Heard Like That SimiSimi App
[3rd Verse-(Zone)]
Young Lloyd, I Said I Got You
f** That n***a Cause Im That Dude
Just Watching, Taking Notes Scheming, Waiting For A Lame n***a To Give Me A Reason
He Ain't Have Asthma, Now His Ass Weasing, U Would Think He A b**h The Way That n***a Is Bleeding
I Curve Hoes, On My Merm Flow True Woo's To....I Stay True to
Im Seeing My Dreams Become A Reality, k**ing These Beats M.K. Fatality
b**hes Used To Play Me, Like A Dragon Slay Me
Now A n***a Wavy, b**h I Go Eighty
I Used To Stay High Now Im Low Like A Ceaser
Sitting In The Front Why You Fronting In The Bleachers
This n***a Need Church, Go And Get A Preacher
Some Of These b**hes Love All My f**ing Features