Yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Swacey baby from the
They know the f*cking vibes
Check
I was sitting patient waiting on dat pack to land
If rap don.t feed da babies
Ima sell million grams
You know them niggas hate you
And they gon still gon shake yo hand
When hating stop the working they gon try and be yo fan
You understand
This verse i wrote it off a xan
I know this shit ain't good for me
But it done so much good for me
I know my fam don't wanna see me on it but it took from me
The pain, depression was congested with the stressing my brain
Temporarily sane, I came
With plans to takeover the game
Strolling through astral planes off shrooms and a path of dank
I see these niggas everywhere except the f*cking bank
But go head nigga buss that chain down
Like f*ck yo credit jus forget it u got fame now
They in yo brain now
The government they want us back up in the slave house
Buying jewelry but yo grandkids gon be drained out
NIGGA WHAT
YOU LOST YA MIND NIGGA PICK IT UP
And i still roll around with shooters who dont give a f*ck
Aim that shit at yo medulla make you feel me huh
Swaceybaby boy you know this shit get filthy (get filthy)
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
Okay
I been thru battle with niggas bitches and demons
What i learned? Watch the company you keeping
I smoke on this here reefer for a reason
It calm me the f*ck down, if I get mad don't get to squeezing
And then I like the feeling, positioning my thoughts and i be higher than the ceiling
Go violate the building
My rhymes be so appealing
They lie and say they killing
But I see through eyes and read they minds before revealing
ANYTHING
You know the vibes, don't do no settling
I need some bitches selling coca out in Medellin
For the racks i need everything i'm owed
'Fore we start running stickups in the stores
What i tell em
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
Drew Swace - A Million Grams Lyrics
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Yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Swacey baby from the
They know the f*cking vibes
Check
I was sitting patient waiting on dat pack to land
If rap don.t feed da babies
Ima sell million grams
You know them niggas hate you
And they gon still gon shake yo hand
When hating stop the working they gon try and be yo fan
You understand
This verse i wrote it off a xan
I know this shit ain't good for me
But it done so much good for me
I know my fam don't wanna see me on it but it took from me
The pain, depression was congested with the stressing my brain
Temporarily sane, I came
With plans to takeover the game
Strolling through astral planes off shrooms and a path of dank
I see these niggas everywhere except the f*cking bank
But go head nigga buss that chain down
Like f*ck yo credit jus forget it u got fame now
They in yo brain now
The government they want us back up in the slave house
Buying jewelry but yo grandkids gon be drained out
NIGGA WHAT
YOU LOST YA MIND NIGGA PICK IT UP
And i still roll around with shooters who dont give a f*ck
Aim that shit at yo medulla make you feel me huh
Swaceybaby boy you know this shit get filthy (get filthy)
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
Okay
I been thru battle with niggas bitches and demons
What i learned? Watch the company you keeping
I smoke on this here reefer for a reason
It calm me the f*ck down, if I get mad don't get to squeezing
And then I like the feeling, positioning my thoughts and i be higher than the ceiling
Go violate the building
My rhymes be so appealing
They lie and say they killing
But I see through eyes and read they minds before revealing
ANYTHING
You know the vibes, don't do no settling
I need some bitches selling coca out in Medellin
For the racks i need everything i'm owed
'Fore we start running stickups in the stores
What i tell em
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Swacey baby from the
They know the f*cking vibes
Check
I was sitting patient waiting on dat pack to land
If rap don.t feed da babies
Ima sell million grams
You know them niggas hate you
And they gon still gon shake yo hand
When hating stop the working they gon try and be yo fan
You understand
This verse i wrote it off a xan
I know this shit ain't good for me
But it done so much good for me
I know my fam don't wanna see me on it but it took from me
The pain, depression was congested with the stressing my brain
Temporarily sane, I came
With plans to takeover the game
Strolling through astral planes off shrooms and a path of dank
I see these niggas everywhere except the f*cking bank
But go head nigga buss that chain down
Like f*ck yo credit jus forget it u got fame now
They in yo brain now
The government they want us back up in the slave house
Buying jewelry but yo grandkids gon be drained out
NIGGA WHAT
YOU LOST YA MIND NIGGA PICK IT UP
And i still roll around with shooters who dont give a f*ck
Aim that shit at yo medulla make you feel me huh
Swaceybaby boy you know this shit get filthy (get filthy)
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
Okay
I been thru battle with niggas bitches and demons
What i learned? Watch the company you keeping
I smoke on this here reefer for a reason
It calm me the f*ck down, if I get mad don't get to squeezing
And then I like the feeling, positioning my thoughts and i be higher than the ceiling
Go violate the building
My rhymes be so appealing
They lie and say they killing
But I see through eyes and read they minds before revealing
ANYTHING
You know the vibes, don't do no settling
I need some bitches selling coca out in Medellin
For the racks i need everything i'm owed
'Fore we start running stickups in the stores
What i tell em
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
I say I like smoking piff up on da ends
Prolly off a percy looking purty in a benz
Lil birdy she gon fucc me and my mans
Life shit get to crazy all i'm tryna do is win
Writer: Andrew Thoms
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