TYR

He might treat you right But I swear I'll treat you better Mix the lean all with my Sprite I'm high as hell with my Beretta And we party all night Smoking gas, yeah the pressure VVS's shining bright I swear they'd pass the diamond tester Yeah, I don't really care what you think about me When no one else was there, did it by my lonely Yeah, but now I'm going up some From nothing's what I've come from RIP my momma, since you left my life's been dumb numb Record the verse then I go Then I'm back on the road .40 on me when I pull up to shows I got a nina my pants where it goes Two tone AP on my wrist white gold I do my own thing, don't do what I'm told Last name is Young, I'll never get old Throw what you claim Hang with the gang I'm in my lane I'm in L.A. F*ck what you think, I'm pouring it up I'm drinking the drink I just doubled the cup I got a wrist and it's frozen I just ball like DeRozan If I shoot my shot, then you know it goes in If I'm with your thot, I put her in my close friends I feel like I'm chosen Moving through the Chi my tongue out like I'm Jordan He might treat you right But I swear I'll treat you better Mix the lean up with my Sprite I'm high as hell with my Beretta And we party all night Smoking gas, yeah the pressure VVS's shining bright I swear they'd pass the diamond tester Got me like whoa, ohhhh, oh whoa I've been going hard for a minute on the low like Ohhhh, ohh whoa Yeah will I ever make it Swear to god I don't know, oh No I'll never fake it, always down 10 toes F*ck my life you can take it if I don't reach all my goals It's been so long I've been waiting I've been busy getting faded I was out in L.A. with my woadies Thought I fucking made it But I never fucking made it Look at myself, I fucking hate him Diamond wrist, designer clothes "Well I guess he's gettin paid then" But the money's running low And I've got nothing in savings If this the end of the road, dig my grave and I'll go lay in