Yeahh
Myster
I need a crib by the lake
Of course I want riches
They gave me three wishes
I guess I'll add bitches
Niggas wasn't with us
Couldn't see the picture
My ex kept tripping
No loyalty was giving
Feeling I should give up on these women
Damn every time I turn
It's some nigga
Damn when I turn around we discussing some chicken
Knowing I want love
Knowing I want children
My daddy planted a seed
Ain't seen em since I was little
My moma Love like no other
For her I'll crack yo biscuit
And My flow is nothing like what them other niggas spitting
Shit get sicker
Stick it out
And listen
Dissing on the beat
Will have yo main mans missing
Talking bout throw the hands
Like they block ain't full of pistols
Things go sour
Niggas start dimmising
Liquor takes power
Mind start reminiscing
Most of my cousins blooding
Most of my homies crippin
Some came up off and some is still flippin
A few was silver spoon they cool we ain't tripping
They cool we ain't tripping
They like trust none my$ter nigga trust none
I Know what I know so shut the f*ck up
Taking my time with this
Made up my mind this is it
If I die cuz of this
At lease I went knowing
My rhymes could've been hits
3 4 5 6
Shout out the ones trying to make it out this bitch
Yeahh
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Yeahh
Myster
I need a crib by the lake
Of course I want riches
They gave me three wishes
I guess I'll add bitches
Niggas wasn't with us
Couldn't see the picture
My ex kept tripping
No loyalty was giving
Feeling I should give up on these women
Damn every time I turn
It's some nigga
Damn when I turn around we discussing some chicken
Knowing I want love
Knowing I want children
My daddy planted a seed
Ain't seen em since I was little
My moma Love like no other
For her I'll crack yo biscuit
And My flow is nothing like what them other niggas spitting
Shit get sicker
Stick it out
And listen
Dissing on the beat
Will have yo main mans missing
Talking bout throw the hands
Like they block ain't full of pistols
Things go sour
Niggas start dimmising
Liquor takes power
Mind start reminiscing
Most of my cousins blooding
Most of my homies crippin
Some came up off and some is still flippin
A few was silver spoon they cool we ain't tripping
They cool we ain't tripping
They like trust none my$ter nigga trust none
I Know what I know so shut the f*ck up
Taking my time with this
Made up my mind this is it
If I die cuz of this
At lease I went knowing
My rhymes could've been hits
3 4 5 6
Shout out the ones trying to make it out this bitch
Yeahh
Myster
I need a crib by the lake
Of course I want riches
They gave me three wishes
I guess I'll add bitches
Niggas wasn't with us
Couldn't see the picture
My ex kept tripping
No loyalty was giving
Feeling I should give up on these women
Damn every time I turn
It's some nigga
Damn when I turn around we discussing some chicken
Knowing I want love
Knowing I want children
My daddy planted a seed
Ain't seen em since I was little
My moma Love like no other
For her I'll crack yo biscuit
And My flow is nothing like what them other niggas spitting
Shit get sicker
Stick it out
And listen
Dissing on the beat
Will have yo main mans missing
Talking bout throw the hands
Like they block ain't full of pistols
Things go sour
Niggas start dimmising
Liquor takes power
Mind start reminiscing
Most of my cousins blooding
Most of my homies crippin
Some came up off and some is still flippin
A few was silver spoon they cool we ain't tripping
They cool we ain't tripping
They like trust none my$ter nigga trust none
I Know what I know so shut the f*ck up
Taking my time with this
Made up my mind this is it
If I die cuz of this
At lease I went knowing
My rhymes could've been hits
3 4 5 6
Shout out the ones trying to make it out this bitch
Yeahh
Writer: Te'Andre Taylor
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