Ima Young n***a With That Check
Coming for the money yea n***a no flex
Started from the bottom and I'm coming at ya neck (Thew Thew)
Headshot if you thinking you the best
This the Redroom so I gotta come correct
Breaking all the rules so you know I'm k**in it
(Hold Up) I'm f**ed n***a you f**ed up
HRTBRKZ gon bust so we gon be alright
(Hook)
(Verse 1)
Now when I wake up
I check my bank account and try to stack the paper
And do whatever I gotta to get the pay cut
Apologizing for the sh** I gotta pay for (schemin)
Now let me tell Ya bout my life
I never had to beg a n***a for the high life
Like I'm Malcolm sippin Miller for the High Life
Sippin on that Bud Light and Tequila that's what I like, Lord Know
It won't take that long to get it when I spit it
When Ya give yaself a minute to listen to what spittin
This Lyrical composition is breaking the competition
Don't you ever get it twisted, I'm k**in these simple b**hes
Tell the world that it's to late
Tell em that is gon be ok
Gotta lot of questions today
They ain't got the answers no sway
(Hook)
When you know, I remember when I lost it all before (n***a)
From the ground zero, suicidal was a n***a plan fasho (n***a)
And we hate popo, pull a trigger k** a n***a dead fasho (n***a)
They wonder where do we go? Ya gotta pray to God cuz a n***a don't know
"But we gon be alright"
(Verse 2)
What you want? You a house, you a dog
40 acres and a mule, a piano at the bar
Anything see my name is Lucy I'm Ya dog
"Naaaah Motherf**er, ian gotta have it all"
I don't need the money, I don't need the fame
I don't need a thang, I don't need you motherf**ers in my lane
It's a shame only way to make a living is to sell my soul
That's a no no Lucy that ain't how it Finna go
"Ima pull up on Ya in a Maserati
When you see me motherf**er better....STOP"
I don't need to hear that sh**, all of its irrelevant
If I gotta sell a bit to sell a bit I'm celibate, So you better
Back off x5
My soul is not for sale, I can never be bought
I rap to wrap a rhyme to present the cause
And when I'm gon ima make a way to heaven and ball
Hook
Bridge
I keep my hands up high
As my knees nail down to the floor
Loving Jesus ain't complicated
But for some reason they scared to praise him