True 2 Myself ft. Yvng June Lyrics

Just a young black man with some bigger goals

I feel death creepin' around the corner, feel

it getting close

She said she likes my different styles and

she likes my flows

Valley boy representative, if you didn't know

Just a young black man with some bigger goals

I feel death creepin' around the corner, feel

it getting close

She said she likes my different styles and

she likes my flows

Valley boy representative, if you didn't know

I can do it fast, baby, I can do it slow

Speed it up, or we don't gotta rush, it's

Whatever you want

Tryna hype your man up, but he really a punk

You don't want my young niggas poppin' out The cut

Fit on Stupid Crispy, boy, you can never copy

I remember all the days I used to ride

The trolley

Now I'm a young nigga ballin', tryna cop a

Audi

Stay down until you come up, that's what They told me

Lost in my depression, I was sick and hella Lonely

Always lookin' out for others, but that was The old me

I don't fuck with many niggas, cause they Hella phony

Always got their hand out, askin' you for Somethin

I ain't never had shit, so fuck your Assumptions

Shorty booty bouncin', orange dress lookin

Like a pumpkin

I stay inside the studio goin' dumber and

Dumber

I just wanna stack all winter and pop out in

The summer

I just sit back and smile when I look at

The numbers

Why the fuck these niggas frontin'?

They don't know how I'm comin' ?

I'm gettin' used to gettin' money, I'm used

To ball on a budget

Shit's so crazy how I do it, turnin' nothin

To somethin'

Niggas envy, wanna see me fall, but I just

Keep stuntin'

Gettin' straight to the bag, I been thumbin

Through commas On my mama, fuck niggas, You don't want no drama

We don't take disrespect, death before Dishonor

Do this shit for my brothers, do this shit for My partners

Bitches wanna fuck a nigga, so I add to the Roster

Smokin' hella dope, like a dreadhead rasta

Do it like A$AP said, always strive and Conquer

Growin' up in the jungle, gotta turn to a Monster

Anytime I'm on a beat, that shit get Demolished

How the fuck is you a artist, if you don't put Your heart in

I say fuck everybody "Valleyboiz go the Hardest, bitch"

I'm goin' stupid in the jungle I ain't never gon' Fumble

All these bags comin' in, cause I can't fumble And they can't make me humble

All this money comin' in, every single fuckin' Day

I can never complain

Too many hoes, I can't remember they name

Pour it in my cup, and I can't feel a thing, oh

All the money comin' goes, more money, more Problems i ain't never gonna fold

All the money comin' goes, more money, more

problems I ain't never gonna fold

Fold, never gonna fold

Bitch, I'm gettin' money I ain't never get, uh

Yeah, I'm gettin' blue bucks, uh

Never gettin' two fucks Baby wanna go fuck

She bang my line, so I go hit her up

All this money comin' in, through the back Door

Yeah, we gettin' back ends, and we gettin' Front ends

Yeah, lil' bitch wanna front me for a couple Stackz

And I said, nah, nah, not rn

I know I gotta get right to it right now

I just gotta get to it right now, right now, right Now yeah

Bitch, yeah