[Intro: YFN Lucci]
(AK-47)
Wherever you from you will get hated the most, that's a fact
You know, you have haters who
Who was in school with you and they mad because they was on, they was in
In that third grade class with you
But they don't have the same hustle as you
You know, they hate you for no reason, they hate you for
They hate you for your success
If you was a local rapper and you, you didn't have much, they would love you
You know, and these people, you develop hatred in your own city
Yeah, look
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
A lotta niggas in they feelings, I can feel it
Just copped a coupe, rеmoved the ceiling
Goin' back to my old ways, I ain't been thеre in a minute, huh
Back to pourin' fours, I ain't poured up in a minute, yeah
How did you quit sippin'? Yeah, never get caught slippin', yeah
I stay right off Lenox, yeah, penthouse right on Lenox, yeah
Hey, I think I might rent it out, I just got a big amount
I been had that Maybach, but I just had to go tint it out (Look)
I ain't have no feelings then, but I got some feelings now
She ain't have no titties then, but she got some titties now (Uh)
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you spendin' now"
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you eatin' now"
Probably home eatin' her, shave, I don't eat hair
Pappadeaux eatin' crab, bitch, go take a mean bath
Bitch, come take a money bath, we got money everywhere
Ayy, we got pounds underground, but it ain't really none never left
You don't come around with them bricks and you don't never care
I put them units in the town, you a clown, you don't never
I get that paper, bust it down with my nigga, you don't never share
I swear I really stayed down, stayed down just to make it here, yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)
I just left Jamaica, yeah, glad I finally made it there
Know I got some family there
Some people don't make it there
Some people don't make it here
Some people don't make an M
That money don't make you real
(AK-47)
Wherever you from you will get hated the most, that's a fact
You know, you have haters who
Who was in school with you and they mad because they was on, they was in
In that third grade class with you
But they don't have the same hustle as you
You know, they hate you for no reason, they hate you for
They hate you for your success
If you was a local rapper and you, you didn't have much, they would love you
You know, and these people, you develop hatred in your own city
Yeah, look
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
A lotta niggas in they feelings, I can feel it
Just copped a coupe, rеmoved the ceiling
Goin' back to my old ways, I ain't been thеre in a minute, huh
Back to pourin' fours, I ain't poured up in a minute, yeah
How did you quit sippin'? Yeah, never get caught slippin', yeah
I stay right off Lenox, yeah, penthouse right on Lenox, yeah
Hey, I think I might rent it out, I just got a big amount
I been had that Maybach, but I just had to go tint it out (Look)
I ain't have no feelings then, but I got some feelings now
She ain't have no titties then, but she got some titties now (Uh)
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you spendin' now"
They like, "Goddamn, boy, Lil Ray Ray, boy, you eatin' now"
Probably home eatin' her, shave, I don't eat hair
Pappadeaux eatin' crab, bitch, go take a mean bath
Bitch, come take a money bath, we got money everywhere
Ayy, we got pounds underground, but it ain't really none never left
You don't come around with them bricks and you don't never care
I put them units in the town, you a clown, you don't never
I get that paper, bust it down with my nigga, you don't never share
I swear I really stayed down, stayed down just to make it here, yeah, yeah, yeah (Look)
I just left Jamaica, yeah, glad I finally made it there
Know I got some family there
Some people don't make it there
Some people don't make it here
Some people don't make an M
That money don't make you real
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