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got mine - crae lyrics

[hook]

yo, pull up on your side like your block mine
might just set up shop by your stop sign
n-ggas wanna front cause they don’t got it
but i got mine
thinkin’ sh-t sweet, cause a young n-gga got rhymes
f-ck that
i’ma bust back, if you touch mine
pull up in a all black ‘lac
b-tches so fine, straight dimes
soul time, n-ggas think ballin’ driving baseline
go up for the jam get declined, boy the paint mine

[verse 1]

who that n-gga crae from the southside?
ballin’ with the gang like im ‘bron ‘bron
one time, we was up the road on some moves ’round the night time
turnt’ up at the party and these n-ggas tried to flex
but not the right time
not the right n-ggas to be f-cking with, cause if you on some sucka sh-t
we sending out them quicks straight to your jawline
tell me why, right after they purpin’ on the timeline
check [?] deliberately whole time
they ain’t want no problems cause we solve ’em
we posted ’round that way just like a stop sign
on my hotline, keep jumping all these hoes been hittin’ my line
no time for they bullsh-t, i’m on my own grind
you know i, swear to god the money took over my whole mind
making lil moves just hoping it go right
mother never sleeping she praying the whole night that im not playing with heaters to eat on these cold nights

[hook]

[verse 2]

finally 18, but i can’t drive, f-ck it doe
i be f-cked up
guess i’m saving lives really doe
they say that n-gga crae for the youth
in a sea full of lies, got ’em fishing for the truth
tryna get a lil clout
on a mission for the juice
with a couple bad b-tches only here for the loot
and they know it, too
and they love to give me hand jobs and they blow it too
came up with my homie and my n-ggas nothin’ old to you
oh my god, crae, you go so d-mn hard
and i peep your catalogue done got so d-mn large
with the f-ckin’ bars
got so high last night was dancing with the stars
sippin’ raf floatin’ ’round this b-tch like i’m the son of mars
uh, i said i’m done with games
i don’t really give a f-ck about what set you n-ggas claim
all you n-ggas lame, you can’t even rap
just do this for the fame
i’m doing this sh-t to move the mountains out my f-ckin’ way, ay

[hook]

pull up on your side like your block mine
might just set up shop by your stop sign
n-ggas wanna front cause they don’t got it
but i got mine
thinkin’ sh-t sweet, cause a young n-gga got rhymes
f-ck that
i’ma bust back, if you touch mine
pull up in a all black ‘lac
b-tches so fine, straight dimes
soul time, n-ggas think ballin’ driving baseline
go up for the jam get declined, boy the paint mine

- crae lyrics

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