Flamez - Try Seventeen lyrics

(Angry Mum Yelling) [Verse 1] Grindin' erry-day, can tell that's what we made for Why be broke; make this paper, what's the wait for Feel like I been here before; no debates or I should take a seat back and hope that I never age more Stuck on my four-poster, play me the lazy song Type of Money yeen' do sh** and spend in tons Feel like I miss those happy days, guess my timing's wrong They say Meek too young for this then I ask when the time gon' come Yo Jesus! See what bars done made me become Rapgenius! With my team I'm history that's begun Most-Dope Freestyle. . Live on iTunes store Flows too smart, I think y'all gonna need a tutor Dad was a lie, he prolly had a two-tone Until I'm finished, I'm never walking in no shoe store Until we make 'em, we we keeping it 100 . . . No stop! Until I'm heard, imma keep screaming to tha' Rooftop A n***a want that type of money falling like leaves from a loquat Ice on my wrist; Partying with Iced Champagne we bout to pop Only f**s with real n***as, no broke n***as I'ain't joking when I'm tryna be the GOAT n***a! Haha! I'm talking "Greatest of All Times" New York Times! Listen to these New York Rhymes New York's mine; n***a with a New York mind Pick-Up Lines, you know we be pushing dimes Cyber-crimes . . . you know I don't give a damn! High-Roller! In this game you know that we tha' champ Street n***as . . . Hustle's only thing we understand Doing Overtime, tryna' raise me 50grands My mind's made up. No pain a n***a can't withstand On the road, be it smooth or a quicksand f** y'all! This a'int no f**ing reprimand Sold Out! I bet the streets making more demands I'ont like you man! Shoutout to my big-mummy Seventeen! Only care bout the green money [Interlude] ..Only care about the green Money (X2) That's why we hustlin' everywhere we go Yo Flamez! take this sh** back! [Hook] • 1-2 . . get this Money, ain't giving no f**s, worried bout' nothing We bout' that life, yeah we bout' that lean . . All this talk bout' Rap,I'm the greatest ever seen • 1-2 . . get these Benjis, ain't giving no f**s, worried bout' nothing. sh**'s taking too Long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! n***a . . . . you know we gettin' better [Verse 2] Money! Money! All a n***a cared about We was young, Ill lucks . . money going out Money going out, grindin's still Paramount Running round, still puttin' on gold wrap-arounds This a rap game, we headed for the battleground When them cops show, you know its a underground Show up! Chasing n***as with a greyhound Tall black n***a, born and birthed in the West-Bound We hardly home but we reppin' to the fullest Like the Trill-matic, shawty you know I'm the Illest Protest! The only way a n***a gon' eat Never going broke . . I mean I'm never going off-beat Tryna raise a home, you know we never taking backseats This tha' life we chose, you know we stuntin' doing back-flips STOOOP! (yeeeeeaah!) That's ma ad-lib MDG! Ain't nobody f**in' with'ma clique [Hook] [Outro: Lil' Saint & Meek] 1-2 get these Benjis, ain't giving no f**s, worried bout' nothing sh**'s taking too long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! I prolly sound like Lisa. Whatever! Yeeeaah! Hahaha! (Get outta here Saints)