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intro (go) - yungrye lyrics

[verse 1]
first of all, ya context*
to be honest with you, your context is very mature
which is a challenge engaging people who elevators don’t go up to every floor
when you listen to music not everybody’s elevator go up to a high floor
so, one of your natural challenges is
how do you dumb it down so that
everybody can feel it
earning every stripe, like i’ma tiger in the jungle (woo)
yeah, i’m from the trench, i dug a staircase with the shovel (uh)
y’all like social media, but i don’t need a muzzle (uh*uh)
posting for the thought of it, but now shе wanna snuggle (naw)
really on my grind, ’cause i don’t likе when n*ggas fumble
i been working working, yes a product of the hustle (grind)
pen get repetition, yes, i got it out the muscle
i got more potential, i’m a product of the struggle (shine)
of the struggle (woah)
my n*gga, you in trouble (woah)
hop on the beat so vicious, i leave the game so befuddled
rye and them all about business, the rest of you phonies crumble
i don’t need no one to witness, ’cause i just like comin’ in subtle
in so subtle, yeah
yeah, this how you really do it
i spit the crack jus’ to get them moving
ain’t into packs, so i’m dropping loosies
i’m dropping loosely
write the movement no fight the power (woah)
hop on the mix and ya face is sour
rye k!lling beats and he toking flower
the game of rap, issa baby shower
yeah (you get it?)
why would i lie when i write? (check)
i’m tryna build my brand
i guess i’m the man of the night
it hurts when you don’t understand
caught like deer in the lights
none of ya homies expand, ugh
none of ya homies got plans
they want the bands (woo)
yeah
well i’m coming straight for ya mans (check)
a rookie that’s coming in confidence
i’m shooting the rock wit’ no hands (blast)
i rap, so i’m cooler than fans (yeah)
i rap, so i’m all in her glands (woah)
i rap like i’m taking a stand (yeah)
don’t see the plan and you can get jammed go, go
hop in the booth and i’m on go (go)
all in my element, stay for the show (show)
n*ggas be cappin’ bout who really hot (hot)
i jus’ keep practicing, writing on the low (on low)
here for the bread, i ain’t chasin’ no hoes (no hoes)
here for the impact, y’all n*ggas’ trolls (trolls)
y’all n*ggas’ slow
y’all n*ggas can’t see me and my flows (me and my flows, yeah)
got no opposers, defeated ya bros (bros)
upping my level, i’m talking the pros (pros)
y’all n*ggas’ cap (cap)
y’all n*ggas’ whack (whack)
come up to philly, get split wit’ them poles (them poles)
better duck down, yo they reaping for souls (souls)
ran outta wraps, so i reach for the bowl (bowl)
smoking these n*ggas, got runtz for the low (runtz for the low)
selling the vision, got runtz for the low
but you know how it go (got runtz for the low, but you know how it go)
[chorus]
go, go
go, go
go, go
go, go
go, go
go, go
go, go
go, go

[verse 2]
mirror mirror on the wall
who the hottest? who gon’ win in a brawl?
pick ya balance or it’s easy to fall
watch ya pockets when she get ya drawers
why would i beef, when i’m eating (woo)
you still falling every season (check)
and you got people believing (woah)
ya efforts is very deceiving (no way, ayy, ayy)
all of these n*ggas, they hoeing (woo, yeah)
they picking up mics and they think that they going
(ayy, yeah) i’m writing lines and i’m showing em
(woo, yeah) picking up dimes like i’m pimpin’, i’m rolling
(ayy, yeah) i hop on beat ’cause i’m chosen
(woo, yeah) call me a freak cuz she l!ck on my toes and uh (yeah, ayy)
she geeking, a freak on the weekend (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i pop out like charlie, i’m heat on the beat and (woo)
[pre*chorus]
like why would i stop if i’m hot? (no way)
yeah, yeah (check)
why would i stop if i’m hot? (why would i stop?)
n*ggas, they cooking, they wasting the pot (pot)
why would i stop? (ayy)
why would i stop if i’m hot? (yeah)
why would i* woah (let’s go)
yea, go, go

[chorus]
go, go
go, go
go, go
go, go (go)
go, go (go)
go, go (go, go)
go, go (go, yeah)
go, go

[outro]
(ahh)
ayy, yeah, i feel the pressures (ugh, yeah)
ayy, yeah, i feel the pressures (woah, woah, ugh)
gas pedal, no brakes
one mind, go far
gas pedal, no breaks
one mind, go far
gas pedal, no brakes
one mind, go far
all gas, no breaks
my mind, gone far
(huh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
hol’ up
yeah, hol’ up
look at the
hol’ up, look at the drive
look at the
pedal to medal, you better not
yeah, you better not look in my eyes, ah
yeah, yeah, hol’ up, yeah
no breaks, yeah
hol up, yeah
look at the* look at their drive, yay

- yungrye lyrics

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