Neighborhood Star feat. CP,Money Bag Young'n

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I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley in Drive I'm pulling out the garage, and thanking God I'm alive I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and back I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't going back These niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi wait on me I left the jail in Givenchy, they should have posted that homie I'm in the A with Rich Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM Rich Gang Now tell them niggas line up, I tell them niggas time up This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a fuck In my closet I eat you up, my fashion ill - no duh My whip game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's Y'all niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome I just took a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it Like when KG went to Boston Or when Melo went to the Knicks And he brought JR Smith and they both started ballin' Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans Let me take a break, let me catch my breath Rolling with the Birdman homie, it's YM over everything Nigga, I don't need nothing else It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in I fucked homegirl and her best friend You don't wanna miss out on your blessing Got the dope dick and I use it as a weapon I just Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Tyson Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson Might just drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether Got the same buzz as niggas with an album off of features See I'm doing it again, got a tool in the timbs, now the rules gotta bend No tools in the gym but I gotta bring it in Because niggas wanna flex, but they really slim Jim Gotta point it at him, him, fuck it and him All I wanna do is kill kill for the ching ching Got a best friend and the best friend got a twin Gotta fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win The room's spinning cause I'm faded Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related I said I like the way she dance, she like the way I made it Fuck me without paying the rent, imagine if I paid it I owe you one girl, I owe you one's Money always been the main attraction Homie told me women always been the main distraction And I'm too focused, I just hate to get disturbed I'm busy making millions and she just started laughing So you know I had to Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Wanting manners when I don't even want a mask on War paint like a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on Young Money Cash Money to the dirt of me So for certainly I'mma get my blast on To the face of a fuck nigga trying to fuck with us Think they can make it if they can run a decathlon Stay blazing, I mack on, play brave and get back home With them AK's, crack arms with a straight face, that calm And I fain gaze and attack on with a straight razor in that palm Any nigga want it he gotta get it The Yappa got it rolling and rocking with it I got a nigga showing and popping, picking and going Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and boom Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs Looking the nose off, looking like I'm flicking the stove off When I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the doors off Everybody hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off Say making a remarkable pay Meeting grandpa at a doc or a bay Bad bitch, hide the grippers, I may Fucking killing unbook, come the coppers and spray Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him hopping the gate If you get to trippin' then you get shot in the face You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen popping the safe Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang Shooter, bang