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Young M.A – Walk

[Verse 1]
They was tryna get me, they was tryna get me out
Like y’all don’t know what I’m about
Y’all do it for the clout
The streets like "where you at?"
I told niggas I’m en route
I was working at the house, in the stu
Sleepin’ on the couch, tryna figure out
What my next move is
Come move with the movement
I see through you old transparent niggas
Who you guys think you foolin’?
We bhillen’ bhillen’
Pinky ring drippin’ drippin’
My necklace is jewelin’
Tre Pound got a bark
Park a nigga like amusement
No clowns over here, no haha, no amusement
Nah, nah, we ain’t losin’
Y’all got us confused with them other niggas over there
Who ‘dem? who ‘dem?
And I’m hoppin’ out the Benz
Givenchy by the lens, I ain’t come here for French
I came here to make money, save money, then I spend
M.A, where you been
Don’t you do that shit again

You think I give a fuck what a hater got to say about me?
That’s exactly what they hate about me
They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining
But where the fuck y’all was at when it was cloudy?
Fake niggas please get the hell from around me
I don’t even know why these niggas is around me
That was the same niggas that doubt me

[Verse 2]
Louis pack got me buggin’ out
Louis scarf, gotta thug it out
New chain, had to flood it out
My money never runnin’ out
Cut the check bih
Tell them hatin’ niggas cut it out
Where the light at? The blunt is out
Pour me up when my cup is out
Didn’t mean to fuck her
She had a cramp so I rubbed it out
Kick bitches out, wave bye with my rubber out
Your opinion doesn’t matter
That’s one thing I don’t give a fuck about
Dick riding, ass kissing
That’s somethin’ I know nothing ’bout
Everybody in the same lane
So I went and took the other route
Baggin’ weed in my mother house
If she knew she would cuss me out
Same black tee, same sweatpants
Oh well, had to bum it out
Young M.A this, Young M.A that
Damn nigga what the fuss about?
Now niggas just tryna figure out
When the next joint coming out
Oh, nowadays niggas want favors
But if you talk about money
Well homie then we can work somethin’ out
Louis scarf for my right side
Yeah nigga that’s the right side
Give my blood niggas high-fives, hi five
Her eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyes
Bad chick, but that don’t mean I won’t bring her ass right to Popeyes
Two piece and a thigh for you
I ain’t paying if the price high
Get money, act broke, that’s the motto I apply by
Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin’ Henny in the Mai Tai’s
Never change, I’m still the same
Drinkin’ Minute Maid with the hot fries
In the club, in V.I.P with y’all bitches and my guys
We get money, we don’t want beef
Take that beef shit to Five Guys
Start shit, got five guys with five 9’s, hit you five times
Extendos on the chopper, niggas thought we was carryin’ a tripod
Niggas like "where the hoes at?"
My bad, it’s where the thots hide
Them lame niggas there
It’s more poppin’ here on my side
Fake niggas move left, real niggas move clockwise
Blew a check at the jeweler
‘Cause I won’t wear it nigga if it’s not
Fuckin’ mine

Damian Lillard – Growth Spurt letras

October 21, 2016


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The wait is over
Look, look, look

My first encounter with adversity, was somewhat an emergency
I fell off the path and my mental, it needed surgery
The more I stumbled off the more my actions started irking me
I got it together and the top looked like my turf to be
They think money rules I’m rich and I’m done with school
My problems still exist so don’t listen to none them fools
For currency they runnin they lives into paid in full
I took a task and made it cash now my path done became cool
My life came full circle at the park was throwing left hooks
Now I’m in the league with Steph Curry and Russell Westbrook
Took a couple bumps boy you never would see my chest shook
My heart came from a lion this path only the best took
I wanna check the critics cause all they things they nitpick
They always seem to skip where he started his ascension
Like reciprocity but that ain’t what they give him
I did it from the jump but you stumble, they pay attention
Aware of my surroundings at all time, a wall fly
I spot a coward a mile off, no small mind
Put that pressure all on my shoulders, return with Hulk’s spine
A hot head when they rain on my parade, let my thoughts dry
Experience in my life prepared me for the high life
All the times I struggled just prepared me for the highlights
Used to circle shoes in East Bay, now mine on fly sites
And we can toast to that, my circle sharin’ in Mai Tai
My dad been kickin’ game since I was young, I’ve been a sponge bro
100 wads in my pocket, covered by the ones though
Never flex my muscles, don’t welcome me to the gun show
Never show it’s done, just take care of who it’s done for, huh
The dream free, but the hustle, sold separately
Been knew I was only as solid as who was next to me
My cousins, my few good friends, the rest are x to me
Cause bad crowd is only a recipe for rest in peace
I stand out cause I’m a soldier in a sucker’s game
That paparazzi tryna shine me boy, I’m duckin’ fame
Some dudes call and set it up, and boy that’s such a shame
The only time I really stunt is in my stunner frames
I love my life from the good to the bad
Feel good to live with riches when comin’ from rags
I paint a picture boy, just give me that pen and that pad
City in pieces, motivatin’ the kids with the scrabs, gone

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