Young Mugz - 1.iNTRO... lyrics

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Young Mugz - 1.iNTRO... lyrics

[Verse 1] Head heavy, broke a levy, thoughts flooding Low funding, damn something Gotta pop, like a shot from a cop To a burnt skin gentleman, strange specimen Benjamin choking me calling me felonies Not my destiny or the recipe for success Tryna be the best, was just a test, same clothes Middle finger to the best dressed Youth is k**ing, having babies , going krazy Strung out on weed got em acting lazy You ain't been yourself lately Hear say don't make or break me Bridges burnt, when homies turnt Now trust is earned, yeah I had to learn That love is cool when it ain't you But they hate when it's your turn I'm dope, like Coke, they'll sniff my ashes out my urn Roll me up in backwoods then burn b**hes fighting, biting, for my s**m I'm leaving never will I return Sometimes I get so ahead of myself Homie I been past my shelf And yours, I was bored so i cured Hip hop don't worry Pac it's secured I'm Shakur, I'm biggie, PUn, L, what's that smell If I say you can't tell, they gon hate, oh well They don't dwell where I fell, that's the dungeon No fam, one man, we ain't cousins Demons by dozens, pushing bu*tons Layers to me like a onion, heart cold bars hot like the oven On 350, keep it fifty, I'm one hundred Skinny because my gullet Got no bottom like the rock that I hit Like a spliff, inhale exhale, I'll never quit Addict what's you call it Better than being an alcoholic Kobe they want me to stop balling DND so please stop calling, they just stalling Tryna harness my conscious Steal my light, but I love the darkness Pitch black, platinum plaque, for what I spit on these tracks Dripping wax, the best crack, all of that Inside my raps But it's effortless ,the cleverness that I got All black like goth k** your career never get caught And I'm Scott free, you got three chances or strikes Ima put this out, even with three likes Im the hottest out like new mikes Or Yeezys, you don't see what I see You can't be where I be, all my j**els on and I'm in the streets Comfortably, you ain't a boss, you under me I'll call you Pete, pick your poison Wrong choice the Nina moisten I don't care bout what choice you voicing