TYDEZ - XLD ME lyrics

Melrose i spend real stacks These days i feel blessed fam Started at sallies on broad street Now a yam yams chilling fair fax Talk to me an ill air ya Hearing my city like wheres that Most of my fam got locked for violence Some of my day ones would scare ya Real life and I'm dreaming Whiskeys got my mind fuzzy n***as changing like seasons Thats why I'm springing from everybody You think the summers for everybody Thats why you n***as should f** off from me All of you n***as are carbon copies I trust the money not anybody Real life master Rose like amber I'm like sway I've got no answers Don't ask sh** I've got no manners I drop bangers Nail and hammer Jumping level and upping the standard I'm a g and its eazy not random Got mom mad when i lived in the house hold Writing on walls like a brain dead vandal Uh No more pretending i ended it Better forge it Like most of your sentences Taking heads off Yes I'm lyrically beheding b**hes I'm switching positions And burning these bridges I don't even need em Walk the water like jesus air connected not sea sick Stick to the plan like adhesive No you don't know me,its just me and my homies we don't like informers My pockets are chunky and I'm still so hungry I've got a disorder I'm so paranoid about all the stacks that we done racked up in last quarter Turnt with the squad roll out with 20 new whips got us looking like transformers So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up 2 gs for my belt n***a doesn't even keep my pants up I'm doing me just fine don't phone me up i won't answer I do this sh** for the vibe Youre not a bad or a gangsta Always getting what i want Me and all my day ones Pa**ing n***as way in front Second really ain't for us I do this sh** for the vibe Scarlxrd put me on Pen to pad connect the dots Got it all at 21 Deprived and violent Suffer in silence This tridents got heads on it Hey like violet Im not 21 pilots f** what people think I don't care what people think Timberlake remove the fakes my rocking body stays nsync I'm dishing it out like my heads in the sink So far from the old me, young mazzi had to man up 2 gs for my belt n***a doesn't even keep my pants up I'm doing me just fine don't phone me up i won't answer I do this sh** for the vibe Youre not a bad or a gangsta