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digital - yk glizzy lyrics

hook:

i’m tryna flex like just hit the lottery
you p*ssy ass n*ggas you don’t even bother me
f*ck n*ggas mad cuz they b*tch wanna follow me
but she can’t even kick it cuz this ain’t no soccer team

i been out in public would walk with it casually
sh*t i could but i wrote this sh*t factually
in love the music it comes to me naturally
i’ll be at the top really soon n*gga actually

i know yk you different your sh*t is original
your album is everywhere everything digital
say sh*t with your chest cuz it’s f*ck a subliminal
everything maximum the f*ck is a minimal

police want me snitch but treat me like a criminal
f*ck all of that i can’t rat that sh*t pitiful
i ain’t capper you best take my sh*t literal
when there’s beef in the streets all my demons get physical

verse:

i was born on 8 mile you think i’m slim shady
my momma did crack even pregnant with babies
i’m tryna spread round the world jus like rabies
ask if i smoked in a week n*gga maybe

i’m from the streets i don’t know all my relatives
but i gotta keep pushing and think thats irrelevant
where i’m from police crazy n*ggas die for they melanin
gotta walk with protection try to step get your melon split

nowadays n*ggas hate cuz they have no ambitions
jus cuz i do they gon hate how i’m living
my lyrics are hot but always stay chilling
stacking my paper till it touch the sealing

you don’t know how it feels to see people you loved
changing up
what the f*ck
so i had to come up out the mud
n*ggas act gangster and sh*t like i’m thugs
you n*ggas birds but ain’t fly like no dove
i gotta blessing from heaven above
b*tch i feel chosen i feel like the one

i’m smoking gas this ain’t no swisher
i smoke back woods to my lungs
took out a stack hopped in the skat with models b*tches with big bums
i had the whole hood on my back before they switched up like some punks
i’m a crip up in these streets i barely like the sight of blood
but disrespect me in the streets i drop bag get you lined up
we did his ass jus like a barber but ain’t no was fades being done
caught a next snitching ass lil n*gga getting drunk up in the club
we couldve posted by the door but we went in and he got slumped

hook:

i’m tryna flex like just hit the lottery
you p*ssy ass n*ggas you don’t even bother me
f*ck n*ggas mad cuz they b*tch wanna follow me
but she can’t even kick it cuz this ain’t no soccer team

i been out in public would walk with it casually
sh*t i could but i wrote this sh*t factually
in love the music it comes to me naturally
i’ll be at the top really soon n*gga actually

i know yk you different your sh*t is original
your album is everywhere everything digital
say sh*t with your chest cuz it’s f*ck a subliminal
everything maximum the f*ck is a minimal

- yk glizzy lyrics

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