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persevere - yksteexy lyrics

[intro]
hahahahaha
everything for lord, let’s go
d*mn, long live fatt, yeah
(kinden)
long live my fallen

[chorus]
i’m not one of them n*ggas that you think you gon’ push over
i didn’t never say i was street, i’m just a lil’ older
all these folks just do too much, why they get involved? hah
made a mistake and hit your b*tch, she didn’t wanna let me go, hah
i done piped up my whole brand, the racks in, what’s your total?
these n*ggas talkin’ ’bout features, ain’t got no cheese, i’ll get your street starter, dip and leave
a lot of this sh*t wouldn’t happen, it wasn’t for us, not lyin’, yeah
man, these hoes by me, n*gga sound likе a b*tch, n*gga, fall in line (yeah)
got too many hoes donе came to me, said n*gga done dropped out on my recipe
n*gga spinned on us, can’t lie, but we got back, them n*ggas turned ratatouille (huh)
i got too much dog sh*t stuck in my closet, i got a lot to lose
they gon’ talk that sh*t and then keep it anonymous, that ain’t even you

[verse]
these n*ggas talk that sh*t, but don’t score a bucket, they somethin’ like jordan poole
let sixty jam, man, ’til they call me mouse, i pop out mouskatool
doin’ legendary sh*t nowadays, i could never forget my team
they be basin’ sh*t off opinion, i’m not rich ’cause them all shein
i wanna do that with that brrr, they tryna trick me off the streets
sh*t, i’m finna come and take what’s yours, i sl!ck want your girl with me
i been on some different sh*t in my mind, i’m tryna build a building
it ain’t my fault i want the win, told my bros let’s talk like gillie
had to chill out on my pimpin’, that sh*t be lame, but i’m caught up in it
i did sh*t that these n*ggas ain’t did and i didn’t present it, what make me different
ho disrespectful, just spare you a 9, i walk ’round with a four*nick
i did a dime for my b*tch, get you a m from my sh*t
b*tch*ass n*ggas be goin’ fed, they be tellin’ what i did
what the f*ck do i be lookin’ like? do i got “stupid” written on my head or somethin’?
tryna see why the f*ck keep askin’ me for this pape’ when you said your man the one
penny*pinchin’*ass n*gga, that n*gga scr*pin’, he ain’t got no bands or nothin’
shh, but always on the ‘gram poppin’ it
forgot about my past, i’m finna go buy these diamonds
any time i done gave ’em a chance, i tried to let ’em in
i be takin’ it serious, sometimes, i don’t get to smile, i be tryna persevere
[chorus]
i’m not one of them n*ggas that you think you gon’ push over
i didn’t never say i was street, i’m just a lil’ older
all these folks just do too much, why they get involved? hah
made a mistake and hit your b*tch, she didn’t wanna let me go, hah
i done piped up my whole brand, the racks in, what’s your total?
these n*ggas talkin’ ’bout features, ain’t got no cheese, i’ll get your street starter, dip and leave
a lot of this sh*t wouldn’t happen, it wasn’t for us, not lyin’, yeah
man, these hoes by me, n*gga sound like a b*tch, n*gga, fall in line (yeah)
got too many hoes done came to me, said n*gga done dropped out on my recipe
n*gga spinned on us, can’t lie, but we got back, them n*ggas turned ratatouille (huh)
i got too much dog sh*t stuck in my closet, i got a lot to lose
they gon’ talk that sh*t and then keep it anonymous, that ain’t even you

[outro]
(kinden)

- yksteexy lyrics

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