[Verse 1]
Yeah, started workin' when I was 13
Put my shit out on my own, now I'm startin to run things
Wakin' up to see what the sun brings
A blessin' how I took nothing and I still made it to something
She lookin' like Amerie, maybe it's one thing
When I see that ass and that tongue ring, I'ma come clean
Really got my eyes on that green, guaranteed that I'ma ride for my team
Fuck do you mean, young boys ain't fuckin' with me
Open the door for you to do yo thing
I'm a real young king, keep swingin but them hits dont sting
I got rich and my hood too mean
I took my dreams, made it real and now I created a scene
Made a movie in the V.I.P, it's Young C.V
Quarter back for the PNC, I'm in the hood like the EBT
Nigga the hood know me
[Verse 2]
I'm, I'm, I'm getting to the money, Ray Charles, nigga with my eyes close (with my eyes closed)
These boys living out here bad, I would hate to be broke (hate be broke)
We came from Rags to the Riches, my grandma she always watch over me
They wasn't noticing, been in the game since a youngin
But now I came back with my older shit, makin the colder shit
I know it's a hit, I wrote it with focus
My older shit they quote it, givin away for the free
And they hit me like, why you ain't sold this shit
Nothing like ownership
I get to the show, and they selling out all of my clothes
I could buy my mom a new house, and a black mink coat
Yeah, started workin' when I was 13
Put my shit out on my own, now I'm startin to run things
Wakin' up to see what the sun brings
A blessin' how I took nothing and I still made it to something
She lookin' like Amerie, maybe it's one thing
When I see that ass and that tongue ring, I'ma come clean
Really got my eyes on that green, guaranteed that I'ma ride for my team
Fuck do you mean, young boys ain't fuckin' with me
Open the door for you to do yo thing
I'm a real young king, keep swingin but them hits dont sting
I got rich and my hood too mean
I took my dreams, made it real and now I created a scene
Made a movie in the V.I.P, it's Young C.V
Quarter back for the PNC, I'm in the hood like the EBT
Nigga the hood know me
[Verse 2]
I'm, I'm, I'm getting to the money, Ray Charles, nigga with my eyes close (with my eyes closed)
These boys living out here bad, I would hate to be broke (hate be broke)
We came from Rags to the Riches, my grandma she always watch over me
They wasn't noticing, been in the game since a youngin
But now I came back with my older shit, makin the colder shit
I know it's a hit, I wrote it with focus
My older shit they quote it, givin away for the free
And they hit me like, why you ain't sold this shit
Nothing like ownership
I get to the show, and they selling out all of my clothes
I could buy my mom a new house, and a black mink coat
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