Ye Lyrics

Yeah

Soulja living tru, nigga

Its a dun-dun-dun, you know that

Retro why you going so crazy

I'm trying to see what it is

Somebody tell me something

They say, get it how you live

You should know how I'm coming

Call MTV Cribs just to show them how I'm stunting

You ain't talking bout the guap

Then we can end the discussion

Nigga, end of discussion

Nigga, ain't no discussing

Niggas leaving shit disgusting nigga

That's not murder Business

Fuck a nigga, I'm really just a hustler

I don't wanna touch a nigga

But if they coming down to it them crackers

Know that I'll bust a nigga

I don't fuck with buster niggas

I don't really trust them people

Fine, but these bitches evil

Unk on that Ron but he don't need a needle

Remember sliding we was in that regal

Grind, cause ya people need you

When you shine, you know they Fina see you

All the time, you just gotta be you

Get that money, stay out the way

The best thing I ever did

Know some niggas that's living

They ain't dead, but never live

Up in the trenches, some make it out and some never will

Some say it's stupid, but if I make it

I'm coming back just to get them still

Still riding with the still

Still don't see why a nigga steal

But I see why a nigga kill

I advise you to keep it trill

I advise you to keep it real

I ain't signing you can keep the deal

My name Poochie, I'm a P for real

I made her squirt she a P4 real

I got that camouflage love

So it's hard for you to see it

Dis bitch say say she ain't a hoe

But it ain't for her to be it

I got that tru love for you

I'll be here when you need it

I feel like David Cruz and Ye

That's why I walk like Jesus

They only call me when they need it

Where the love, I don't see it

Most these niggas turn statistics dog

And I don't wanna be it

I'm never done adding

Cause I multiply and then repeat it

Now that money in the attic

Got me sleeping tempur-pedic

I ain't sleeping on the money either

I'm a trick, I need some Sunday eaters

They know I'ma be the feed us

That's my baby, might just make a fetus

You know I ain't like these make-believers

Had to study, learn no body teacher us

Lets go duck where no body peep us

Don't know where we at or how to reach us

Im in the field them niggas on the bleachers

Like the for real, them niggas gotta see us

She in my crib, she say she glad to meet us

Say She in to smoking reefer

Told her Im my brothers keeper

Say she know a bunch of eaters

She know I'm Fina blow

So now she blow me like a bunch of speakers

You Know I'm a go boy

Know need a green light

They know I'm a dope

Boy, I be having them things right

Gotta listen when bro Talk

if he say it don't seem right

Gotta stick to the script, nigga

You gon' get the team right

Get on your shit, nigga

Go get your things right

till you hit rock bottom, nigga

You ain't never seen life

Clucker told me if it ain't white

Then it ain't right

He can taste it when he smoke it

Say it's something he ain't like

Its just some laws that you can't fight

And certain rules that you can't break

I've been living the trap life

Ain't no money I can't make

Certain shit you just can't fake

Don't understand that they gon' hate

Dedication and sacrifice

Is just some shit that it's gon' take

Bruh done switched up to donk paint

Brush a nigga we don't paint

Russian nigga's name on K's

We just cut up the whole blade

Hoes get laid, bosses get paid

Don't give a fuck what a bitch say

Save that shit for your mixtape

Bout that cake boy it been baked