Finding Novyon - MN Lit lyrics

[Intro: DJ Tiiiiiiiiiiip] Yo, what up? This is Tiiiiiiiiiip with 10 I's GainesFM is straight up just a** cheeks Just bu*t! straight bu*t! Nah I don't f** with him none I wish he was dead, bye [Intro: GainesFM] Yo, GainesFM in this b**h Finding in this b**h I'ma be a millionaire with or without rap n***a Count that [Hook: GainesFM] Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h [Verse 1: GainesFM] I don't really care about sh** Stomp you if you stare at my b**h, need a pair of new kicks I'ma leave the stereo thin n***a better take your a** home and take care of your kids I don't even care if I'm fresh n***a I been puttin' so much work in that I swear I'll be rich Hit her, now she want to move in My force like Qui-Gon Jinn Got to keep focused, no Adderall You eat off my style, I ain't mad at all Your b**h show me all and no attitude My hometown the best drug I ever knew Give me good brain, she a smart a** Hit it like a Homer, I'm Bart's dad Free my squad, that's our clan Ride 'til I die like a car crash Minnesota my town like Karl-Anthony Me and Novy some wolves, b**h we family Now they wishing they never abandoned me Got my spirit at war with my sanity Lose my sh** I go postal, my flow anti-social LeBron when I close out they strategy Crystal Minneap', Saint Paul infinity Watch me raise off that negative energy [Hook: GainesFM] Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h [Verse 2: Finding Novyon] Ain't nobody ever gonna stop me b**hes wanna chop me like karate Chicken fettuccini, bro I'm saucy All these n***as wonder what it cost me I'm the n***a everybody copy But I'm putting pressure on the youngins like a jockey Better pipe down, boy you better find a hobby Hole around my ping 'cause everything I spit is godly, hold up Rappers be sounding familiar to me That sh** is way too peculiar to me On the road like I just popped a pill on the beat Baby Ray on the track, he the real MVP And your b**h on my phone in her feelings for me You would think I'ma sign, how she dealing with me I bet she would finish the sentence for me I got bars, you should sit through a sentence with me [Hook: GainesFM] Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h Minnesota b**h, Minnesota b**h