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heard - nycdom lyrics

(nycdom)

i heard that they talk about me
they said i won’t make it
my time keep on ticking
just check the blue faces
they stay watching face
benjamin’s that i’m chasing
i be ducking a case
cuz i’ll never write statements

i remember being down now
why they want me in the ground now
they switching up then they acting tough, like i ain’t ever held it down now

they n*ggas moving suspicious
they switching on me like some b*tches
my brothers changing and i witness
in my way rags to richеs

i been cookin saucin like i get the gwuap
thеy praying hating but i’ll never stop
it’s my time you can check the clock
if they want me they can catch the shots

i just want money
cuz all you don’t love me
just wanna live lovely
they can’t stop me
why they wanna copy, trusting n0body
i’m just tryna make it out
why they keep asking for clout
new wave, new wave what they shout
know that these n*ggas all doubt
but they not getting no money, when she dubbed me, i knew i was lucky, i know she ain’t worth it, now she bump my music in her burkin, while she is lurkin

this sh*t is a blessing
f*ck these n*ggas asking questions
they know i came from the trenches
thank god i ain’t live in no section
told my brothers imma make it
and none of you n*ggas will take it
i see all the love that they faking
that’s why all these people are fading

they know they know i’m coming up
that’s why i don’t give a f*ck
whether you like me or not
fix all my money into knots

stop asking for features
i really don’t need ya
act like i don’t see ya, speak up
i remember the bleachers
now i feel like a leader
i told my n*ggas we gon make it, they riding the wave i created
i just want money gotta face it
i just want rollie’s with blue faces

i’m putting work in
now why they hurtin
get bread for certain
buy me a burkin

these n*ggas is mad, my b*tch is bad and boujee
i got em real sad, cuz i know that his b*tch is a groupie
i’m chasing the bag, but he in the streets and he look like a clown
do this for my fam, they screaming new wave and they saying it loud

(jerryflacko)

(yeah yeah)

n*ggas be hurtin, back in my burlón, never gon find me
n*ggas be talkin, all on my body, n*gga come try me
i had to get back to the b*tches
n*ggas be talking they snitching
i said imma make it they listen
they never was paying attention

i had to get back in my wave now
you know that i gotta get paid now
i pop out givenchy and bape now
my team hopping out of the wraith now
i pull up in a black i8
she wanna f*ck me in the wraith
i tell the lil b*tch too late
you wasn’t there, for the wait

i had to get back in my burkin, n*gga i’m working, never go searching
i hop out the telly, get shot in ya belly, imma make it n*ggas not ready

she wanna jack me, making her happy, i think these b*tches is after me
i remember when ya used to laugh at me
now i stay with the bag like i have to be

(nycdom)
these n*ggas is mad, my b*tch is bad and boujee
i got em real sad, cuz i know that his b*tch is a groupie
i’m chasing the bag, but he in the streets and he look like a clown
do this for my fam, they screaming new wave and they saying it loud

- nycdom lyrics

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