LyricsLetter from Lucci

YFN Lucci

Last update on: July 22, 2017
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Yea Yea x 3 Yea Uh uhh Told em they shouldn't, less you want none Wait for it, gotta want one Tryna have Everything yea yea If anything ima grind Somebody tell 'em that it's my time Somebody tell me why they hating on me Somebody tell 'em stop hating on me yea Somebody tell 'em that I'm not lying Somebody tell em I will outshine Anybody think they gone replace me You know I am who they said I wouldn't be You know you gotta win, fight, conquer I promise to go in, I wouldn't lie to you honor I promise to come in and destroy my opponent I promise no man wants it as bad as I want it Somebody go and tell 'em that I'm not lying Somebody tell 'em I will outshine Anybody think they gone replace me You know I am who they say I wouldn't be yea Uh Nigga let's get it understood Nigga still might jugg what you mean? I'm good, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, yea yea hey But they don't wanna listen Everything a nigga tell them they ain't never want to believe I got a whole lot of tricks up my fucking sleeve What would you do if a nigga really ever leave, uh I'm from the slums We ain't have shit nigga barely had a crumb Sell a hundred bags buy a hundred round drum Tryna take sumn tell 'em ring the alarm I gotta build for my kids I ain't have nothing but Mom Gotta give em things I ain't have when I was young Everything got a pricing I'm just saying, gotta maintain Nigga gotta go and get something Since he was frustrated, nigga frustrated Gotta count a hundred mil' before the lord take me And If I make it I pray to God I can save it And ima give it all to my baby And ima put it all in my song baby Told her "got it all" but she still ain't grateful Paid for it all bitch still ain't grateful I wonder if I fall will you be here later yea Straight to the top, where I'm going, know it Every beat I kill, yea the boy feel like Floyd Riding in the back, hundred bands on the boy Baby I'm the boss, and your man unemployed Yea yea got this bitch up in the back She don't work for none yea We was sipping on act' Way before the money yea And we been had swag way before the money Tell me why these niggas acting like they new to money Niggas be acting like bitches And bitches be loving these niggas What's up with these bitches Bitches be talking 'bout money And ain't getting no money What's up, I can't fuck with you bitches Somebody tell me what's up, I don't get it Somebody tell me what's up Man it seems like yesterday we wasn't really up And now everybody say that they fuck with us Man I told these lil bitches to back up I have no fucks to give I cannot trust I had to slow it down no need to rush In love with that paper it gives me a rush Man I don't give a damn what they tell me Every single gold chain like a medal yea They say you gotta change for the better Even though a nigga came from the ghetto Yea, stay down get money what they tell me Riding 'round with a forty and a felon yea You know you gotta listen to your elders They done been through everything that they tell us Have you ever felt pain when everything numb Ima still remain when you ain't huh Everybody go to hang when you wait for Fuck around and clear it all with this AR These niggas they talk about it You know you gotta go and get guap All my niggas yea we straight from the block Came in the game getting green off top And if a nigga play, prolly knock off his top My niggas ain't never had love for no nigga No nigga, yo nigga, nor a bitch, won't let him No, I never ever let 'em No, yea yea All my niggas, yea You know them niggas, all of 'em hitters, yea Taliban all of 'em killers, yea Slide down on 'em get rid of 'em, yea Fuck you mean, aye son You know them lame ass niggas better not say nothing to me All that tongue wrestlin' shit ain't me I'm a muhfucking boss what you wanna be (ft. Rich Homie Quan) If it wasn't for them late nights, stressing on the block Tryna get it up, I don't even know where I'd be If it wasn't for that 15 months, that I spent locked up Nigga I don't even know where I'd be If it wasn't for the last 24 months I spent with nothing Nigga I don't even know where I'd be Yea, If it wasn't for the sacrifices I knew my momma took Nigga I don't even know where I'd be If it wasn't for momma, daddy, I swear that I don't even know where I'd be If it wasn't for the commas I was stacking I swear to God I don't even know where I'd be If it wasn't for the rolly I'd prolly waste time Prolly thinks life's blinding Cartiers on my eyes My money for??? yea I spent like nine Everyday me and Lucci thank God Cause ion know where I would be I don't know where I would be Without my family And I don't give a fuck about how much money you got Dont handle me Guess what I make a nigga answer me Broke nigga took that hoe to Applebee's All my suits tailored like the pastor speak Versace everything like Master P Pull up on my niggas in the hood Then I, smoke a couple blunts and then book A lil' rolly a watch its red like a bull I fucked that lil hoe 3 days in a row I can tell that pussy scared cause she show it Funny how all my exes want to know what I'm doing I put lil shawty to bed, got tired of hearing her moaning Watching out for the feds, riding around with nothing on me She wanted to watch me rap, turn on the movie Mummy She kept the lights on, while she was doing it to me All I know is real boys, see me and they know me I swear I don't know where I'd be without my homies Shoutout Lucci, shoutout YFN Shoutout Rich Homie, boy no new friends Ion know what I'd be without them East Atlanta corners

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