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as4 gratis - yhn prodi feat. lylirra & drakko lyrics

they claiming we ain′t sh*t
but ain’t the point
just check my status

a humid rap n*ggas
in the building
think they famous
look we brought they posse
sound to me like comitatus
they say that they gon take us
shots at his golgi apparatus
know the city getting colder
couple k!llers with bad habits
act like you ain′t seen no snow
we in the middle of atlantic
watch the pressure steady build up
ain’t no sh*t we do for gratis
sh*t we do for gratis
if i ain’t the chosen one
i wonder who
i tell em show me
i tell em show me
plenty n*ggas tried to snake me
seen it coming so i dodged it
driving safely through my city
windows up and fully tinted
what′s the price
don′t really matter
levelled up and reinstated
tell me how you sell you soul
and get no money
and feel shameless
we the ones who named
the city first
so don’t act like
we ain′t sh*t out here
fully auto switches
on em guns
they loaded only
drums attached
they say i’m going crazy
my mental health
still smoke the pain away
he speaking on my name
just for a reaction
what the gon say today
they type of n*gga
make you think we cool
then later spin it back
you gon take back watch said
ain′t tryna tolerate no disrespect
i’m too locked in with these
hunnids come outside
and come collect

i′m too locked in with these streets
i see the hunnids go collect
shordy shaking all that ass
cuz she just lost another bet
n*ggas spinning back to back
if you gon pose yourself a threat
let em take just what they want
now he a dead man walking
parter don’t know where he stay at
catch him window shopping
don’t let em get inside your mind plan the seed of fear
we were brought up on the block where n*ggas talk and disappear
lirra on the beat
she get that lil feeling when i′m near
i ain′t with that sh*t
told em my first song
i made it clear
i think the cup defeated me
cuz i be slurring all my words
and she needed me
i think that’s more than i deserve
i can′t keep a b*tch
she just wanna fly around the world
i gotta get the benjamins
stack it right up from the floor
couple l’s up in my face
just keep up ain′t sh*t fasho
ain’t no you turns on the block
just like some hoes
they come and go

rolling through the streets
with a big bag gotta get paid
watch know bout trapping
day and night
to get the rent paid
chasing greatness and this cheese
spin the bands and repeat
keep a g and make a mill
you might survive in these streets
swerving fiens on different blocks
got me moving like the mail man
exotic puffing in my lungs
i′m feeling all this fake pain
whipping soft by the time it’s hard
i gotta get paid
check my status
i’m a real g all i do is maintain
some n*ggas you be round
they don′t love you
in this lame game
sliding through the block
ain′t see me or hear me coming
imma make it back and make it right
for my family flipping paper
double up the price
make some layers
now i wake up every morning
spin again for haters
only money in my mind
that’s why i never stay around
level up and touch the sky
stack this guala till i die
for the guys imma ride
for the guys homicide
for the guys imma ride
for the guys homicide

- yhn prodi feat lylirra drakko lyrics

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