yeen on shit fr Lyrics

I ain't looking for yo sympathy but Im knowing dat something wrong wimme

Hell naw if u not my bruda then u can't get up on a song wime

Naw I always wudnt this cold, respect to u if u saw it in me

Oh you just popped up last minute you jus tryna fuckin come along wimme

Hungry u can hear my stomach growling

Brain just ran a hunnid miles on dem shrooms

I'm a pack a paper den pack a bag I'm going up to the moon

First class weed jet fuel, no stress up on neptune

I ain't even in a rush but if u ask me den I'm going up soon

Ima diamond ina ruff, all I wanna do is cut through

Cut ties you get cut loose, I can do this wit my own 2

I just hit the bank

I just made a play

While I'm rocking sum zuri true

Hear the 808

Hear the drum shake

It gon really tell me wat to do

Fuck u if u ain't fuckin wit it

Im just spreading love running up the digits

Seven fitted we gon match wit it

If yeen match wit it don't smoke

I lit a match to it ima burn it down

Then build it back from the Flo

Now u wan leech out like u held me down

But u wunt around we was broke

Member we went half on the O

Never the wall, back to the door

Backup plan had to fall back

Had to go wise up then stack

Whenever the winter come right back

Dat shit get hard fa me no bap

Putting my heart into these raps

So many calls gotta make back

I think I'm falling right up out control

Dumbing it down goin play my ya role

You hear the realness in my soul

You can just feel dis shit cold

I'm really real fuck what they told

Depend on myself he ain't never sold

I'm independent stickin to the code

I'm gettin better every new song

Ahh I'm sorry I'm goin ghost cuz I had to go lock in forreal

I can tell how by they movin thats ya not kin forreal

I'm in my homie list but I'm tryna get in yo top ten forreal

I took another edible that first one it did not hit forreal

You just doing what you think the next wave that shit not it forreal

I'm just doing me fuck if I'm paid I just love this shit forreal

Thank God I got some bruddas that a hold me down they runnin wit forreal

That lil mixtape it ain't move me, yeen on shit for real

I'm on big shit this year, we ain't looking back in no rear

Money get low I gotta go stack, I can't fall back innat trap

I'm in the studio right now can't answer yo call I'm working my craft

I'm focused on problems like getting this gas but how I'm gone get there if ion got gas

Whenever I get to the bottom that stash I think about how I lost all of dat cash

Too focused on sum else jus to pass, I'm lookin at music stats in my class

I gotta give this shit to the world, but I gotta put this one out for me

So much shit ion ever talk about it some pain you won't never see

Yeah you won't ever hear me talk about it if it's conversation Ima walk around it

I'ma speak to the mic tellem all about it

I just pick out a beat and put chalk around it and it's therapeutic how I walk about it

Feel like Gunna I just wanna private island honestly feel like money a solve my problems, damn

I'm sorry I'm goin ghost cuz I had to go lock in forreal

I can tell how by they movin thats ya not kin forreal

I'm in my homie list but I'm tryna get in yo top ten forreal

I took another edible that first one it did not hit forreal

You just doing what you think the next wave that shit not it forreal

I'm just doing me fuck if I'm paid I just love this shit forreal

Thank God I got some bruddas that a hold me down they runnin wit forreal

That lil mixtape it ain't move me, yeen on shit for real