Yung Lan on the trackAll that rap is like real life music man day to day shit man we dont make party musicI dont really need no features (Nah) I don’t ride work I beat it (Ya)Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater)Everything I do illegal (Ya)Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrt)Now Im pulling up two seater (Skrt)Back hands front hands front hands back handsI gotta feed my people (Count up)Take your bitch home I eat her (Ya)And I aint worried about you either (Nah)I don’t really need no features (Nope)Cause I really live what I rep (Street)And I dont really no features (Street)Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap)Realest zone in Atlanta Zone 6 where its atBack hands front hands front hands back handsWhatchu gonna do when the folks start runningI dont wanna rap if it aint bout moneyZone 6 niggas dont play bout moneyFell asleep cooking dope burnt a half a brick upF*ck her for an hour you can come pick your bitch upPut mil in the shower gotta wash the residue offYou dont wanna piss me off Ill knock your whole crew offBaby mama calling me a cheater (Cheater)I already know she a cheater (Cheater)I told her like this We equal but you got broke nigga feverI got rich nigga problems and I gotta feed my peopleI know that you got your connect but all my work a little cheaperBought a truck load all 65 back handsDirect deposit I dont ever see the front endsProbably get a bonus every time he fly inAll I do is work I’m a real black MexicanLost 100 racks with Brady I’mma bet again26 brick you can them to let me inDamn watch out for these niggas half of em 12I dont really need no features (Nah) I don’t ride work I beat it (Ya)Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater)Everything I do illegal (Ya)Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrt)Now Im pulling up two seater (Skrt)Back hands front hands front hands back handsI gotta feed my people (Count up)Take your bitch home I eat her (Ya)And I aint worried about you either (Nah)I don’t really need no features (Nope)Cause I really live what I rep (Street)And I dont really no features (Street)Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap)Realest zone in Atlanta Zone 6 where its atI dont need no bitch I got racksIm a zoe so I dont say slattEverything I rap is factsYou can get wacked with factsCanali on my back Panama hat to matchI dont need no friends Im rich sipping on lean Im sickImma drink all like a sip water on my neck come dip (Baby girl)Tryna get lit get killed f*ck with me get flippedAll of this drip no slipAll of these goddamn games I dont f*ck with niggas they lameNiggas aint from my section niggas aint out here steppingI be outside with the weaponI dont really need no features (Nah) I don’t ride work I beat it (Ya)Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater)Everything I do illegal (Ya)Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrt)Now Im pulling up two seater (Skrt)Back hands front hands front hands back handsI gotta feed my people (Count up)Take your bitch home I eat her (Ya)And I aint worried about you either (Nah)I don’t really need no features (Nope)Cause I really live what I rep (Street)And I dont really no features (Street)Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap)Realest zone in Atlanta Zone 6 where its at

Never going back MZaytovenAint ever going broke againLike A.I Young boy been jugging since the young boyAint ever going broke againI sent my decoy this nigga tried to set me up (He know it wasnt me)Aint ever going broke again (Young Scooter)And Im the boss man all I make is counting musicAint ever going broke againLike A.I Young boy this nigga tried to set me upHe know I sent my decoyI aint going back broke I aint going back broke noI cannot go (No)I cannot go I get 30 for a showAnd my wrist a light showBricks and bales in and out the jug house doorLean and pot cook up rocks f*ck the cops kill the oppsSet up shop bleed the blockThats a gram but you aint gotta pay Uncle SamOnly street taxes this recipe I make em pay itI aint going back broke I aint going back broke noI cannot go (No) but I need all of mine for sureFreebandzAint ever going broke againLike A.I Young boy been jugging since the young boyAint ever going broke againI sent my decoy this nigga tried to set me up (He know it wasnt me but)Aint ever going broke again (Young Scooter)And Im the boss man all I make is counting musicAint ever going broke againLike A.I Young boy this nigga tried to set me upHe know I sent my decoyRoad runner trap nigga never going underWe get wearing on that boy and you know we on emI aint no bitch I aint no hoeYou aint taking nothing (Nothin)Broad day lit been facin you know he goin slump emFrom the trap to the mic nigga you know we be getting itReal niggas fear me whenever I spit itNo questions asked nigga know that Im with itThink that Im sweet I put one in his fittedIm followed about shooters when Im in your cityTell me the price and you know Im gonna spend itJust hit my phone whenever you send itDeck on the way I ready for the Kenny Pull up to where I am nigga Im in the trenchesA.I Young boy I swear Im officialWe at the top forever we winningNever go broke forever Im in itAint ever going broke againLike A.I Young boy been jugging since the young boyAint ever going broke againI sent my decoy this nigga tried to set me up (He know it wasnt me but)Aint ever going broke again (Young Scooter)And Im the boss man all I make is counting musicAint ever going broke againLike A.I Young boy this nigga tried to set me upHe know I sent my decoy

Yeah hahaYou already know what I meanReal street music yeah real shitSeven days a week seven days a weekCount up! Jugg!Count up!Chopouze on the trackSeven days a week seven days a week (Yea!)I cant get no sleep I cant get no sleep (Jugg)Seven days a week seven days a week (Workin)I cant get no sleep I cant get no sleep (Nah)Monday I get money (Jugg) Tuesday I get money (Yeah)Wednesday I get money (Count up) Thursday I get money (Whip)Friday I get money (Yeah) Saturday I get money (Jugg)Sunday I get money Im really doin numbers (Yeah)Last month I made like thirty racks a weekThey plot on me but I aint losing sleepSeven days a week I hit seven freaksSeven days a week got a hundred bands on meMy double emoji chain hitting on repeat (Bling)Bough my hoes Plain Janes forty racks a pieceFeel like my money got no limit like Im Master PBut Im asinine my chain cost a JagSince Scooter taught me how to jugg the trap aint been the sameFinessed a half a brick and flipped it for a diamond chainEverybody round me changed but I remained the same (F*ck em)Got a racket turn this bracelet to this diamond chains (Yeah)Seven days a week seven days a week (Yea!)I cant get no sleep I cant get no sleep (Jugg)Seven days a week seven days a week (Workin)I cant get no sleep I cant get no sleep (Nah)Monday I get money (Jugg) Tuesday I get money (Yeah)Wednesday I get money (Count up) Thursday I get money (Whip)Friday I get money (Yeah) Saturday I get money (Jugg)Sunday I get money Im really doin numbers (Yeah)I took off now Im out of reachThe streets is dirty yeah they play for keepsIt aint no limits like free Murder CReal talk we do it for OG DSeven days a week Im countin checks on the regularSeven days a week nothin but Freebandz on my scheduleGet up off your ass and get some money what you better doAll my niggas get money cant hang with the broke crewYou aint no boss you a fuckin workerIf I dont know your face then I dont serve youStreet pharmacist I got it cheapNo less than fifty thousand cap a week (Street!)Seven days a week seven days a week (Yea!)I cant get no sleep I cant get no sleep (Jugg)Seven days a week seven days a week (Workin)I cant get no sleep I cant get no sleep (Nah)Monday I get money (Jugg) Tuesday I get money (Yeah)Wednesday I get money (Count up) Thursday I get money (Whip)Friday I get money (Yeah) Saturday I get money (Jugg)Sunday I get money Im really doin numbers (Yeah)

Yeah!Eastside in this bitchChophouze on the trackIm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)Nigga all my dope raw nigga sushi (Raw dope)They keep askin why I aint did no song with Gucci (Yeah)I keep countin money wrappin bales in Gucci (Count up)I had they key to the streets way before Lucci (Streets)Me and your bitch just made a movie she a groupie (she a groupie)I just pulled up in a vert I aint talkin UziI got cocaina softer than a smoothie (Yeah)Ill probably never do another song with Gucci ManeReal talk I did your folks show for a hundred bandsYoung Scooter I took the hardaway came up like DerezAll these pussy ass niggas be snitchin they got Ralo in the fedsIm the king of jugg music you pussy niggas know thatAll that juggin in your raps you niggas should thank me for thatSell a million I work for Saks you wanna walk in my shoesShit I made myself a boss and I play by my own rulesYeah Im one of the realest rappers who ever did this shitYou know half you rap niggas aint sold a nickIm a product of my environment they named me after the pavementStreet street Zone 6 real 80s babyIm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)Nigga all my dope raw nigga sushi (Raw dope)They keep askin why I aint did no song with Gucci (Yeah)I keep countin money wrappin bales in Gucci (Count up)I had they key to the streets way before Lucci (Streets)Me and your bitch just made a movie she a groupie (she a groupie)I just pulled up in a vert I aint talkin UziI got cocaina softer than a smoothie (Yeah)I got sushi cocaina shit be soft as ice creamThrow a brick and a half a remix in the re-rock machineThe dopell move across the pot like that boy Billie JeanMy trap look like a parking lot each car twenty racks a pieceAint no limit on this money call me Master PHalf you niggas dick riders call it Master DAsk your CEO he probably bought some bags from meI done seen it all before so you cant handle meI got the key to the streets I got the master key makin eighty like every weekA million dollars worth of ice the police they harrassin meThey thought it was over I recharge like a batteryI done took the whole mil in the hood with Alley BIm a product of my environment like Boosie (Like Boosie)Nigga all my dope raw nigga sushi (Raw dope)They keep askin why I aint did no song with Gucci (Yeah)I keep countin money wrappin bales in Gucci (Count up)I had they key to the streets way before Lucci (Streets)Me and your bitch just made a movie she a groupie (she a groupie)I just pulled up in a vert I aint talkin UziI got cocaina softer than a smoothie (Yeah)

Yeah (its the one instrumental)Yung Lan on the trackYou ever notice thatMotherfuckin count musicI aint gon keep tellin youYou hear me get your calculatorCount music nigga get your forks boyGet your stainless steel pot and a brick boyIts time to go back to the basics niggas snitchin boyIf you a hustler cook your own dope in that kitchen boyI bounced back like cooked crack got these rappers jealousThese niggas get the big head like they forgot who helped emDirty money legal money dont put it togetherBirds called yeah them birds fly in any weatherRest in peace to Lo king of bank headIm the Jugg King I got real breadSeventeen five bitch I still got itI remixed the half and half and I aint even dry emI got chickens I got chickens everyday I fry emHow the f*ck niggas live and real niggas dyinTrump crazy he just passed a law for dick ridinHuman calculator Scooter always multiplyinI know so much about the street niggaI know like fifty ways to eat niggaIll get you whacked I aint gon beef with yaFifty to a hundred bands a week nigga (Count up!)

YeahBlack Migo Gang manYSL TJ in this bitch with me you dig?ATL Jacob (You dig?)Count upI got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)Them old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them new hunnids (Jugg)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)I got them new hunnidsThem old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them blue hunnids (Blue hunnids)But I aint crippin (I aint crippin nigga)Five thousand dollar outfit bitch Im drippin (Drippin)Trap nigga I put a bed in my kitchen (Jugg)I keep them sticks around me I aint slippinI got stoves in the room but I got beds in the kitchenIm charging twenty thousand flat for a remixed chickenJust like Infamous and Future all my fingers be itchinFor that motherfuckin money Im a Zone 6 niggaIm a Zone 6 hitter Im a Zone 6 trap starWhip the Aston like Nascar Im a Zone 6 rap starBust them pack bust them pack wrap it in saran wrapPip thats my right hand we bust down the same sackWrap that money in saran wrap f*ck them rubber bandsNigga I done been in more trouble than Trouble ManAll that jugg and finesse didnt work discovered themBlack Amigo Young Scooter the streets in love with himI got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)Them old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them new hunnids (Jugg)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)I got them new hunnidsThem old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them blue hunnids (Blue hunnids)But I aint crippin (I aint crippin nigga)Five thousand dollar outfit bitch Im drippin (Drippin)Trap nigga I put a bed in my kitchen (Jugg)I keep them sticks around me I aint slippinAyy dripset dripset leave a f*ck nigga wet (Ayy)Broke ass nigga penny pinchin he aint gettin no check (Ayy)Check check check count it up until my fingers hurtGet this shit straight out the dirt she hide the Glock in the purseNigga whats your net worth? Nigga whats your net worth?All that ice around my neck a broke bitch better flirtHave my young nigga eat your face for nothin put that on a birdPut a bed in the trap wake up we gon get the workI got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)Them old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them new hunnids (Jugg)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)I got them new hunnidsThem old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them blue hunnids (Blue hunnids)But I aint crippin (I aint crippin nigga)Five thousand dollar outfit bitch Im drippin (Drippin)Trap nigga I put a bed in my kitchen (Jugg)I keep them sticks around me I aint slippin (Yeah)Spent seventy-five hundred for a coat Im expensive (Im expensive)Im a dripping GOAT (Drip) all my clothes super trendy (Im super trendy yeah)Elliante gold (Gold) I got twenty point lieutenants (Twenty pointers)I cut off my hoes (Ah) too much dough I need distance (I need distance)I got old hunnids (Old) I got new hunnids (I got new hunnids)I got blue hunnids (They blue) choppers and thirty pointers (Thirty pointers)Young Scooter got murder money (Yeah)I f*ck her and keep her cumming (Keep her cumming)Went to LA and spent a hundred (A hundred)I just got to thank God this Sunday (This Sunday)Nigga Im booked in Spain (In Spain)Get money like putang (Putang)Want cream like Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang)I made her my boo thang (Boo thang)Chanel my shoe strings (Yeah)All white like cocaine (Yeah)Got an Audemar plain jane (Audemar plain jane)Get money my last name (My last name)I got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (New hunnids)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)Them old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them new hunnids (Jugg)I got them new hunnids (Yeah)I got them new hunnidsThem old ones in the safe (Count up)I got them blue hunnids (Blue hunnids)But I aint crippin (I aint crippin nigga)Five thousand dollar outfit bitch Im drippin (Drippin)Trap nigga I put a bed in my kitchen (Jugg)I keep them sticks around me I aint slippin

Yung Lan on the trackTrauma ToneKeyReal street nigga aint no flaws in me (Aint no flaws in me)Half a ticket on me and I aint brought it all with me (Count up!)If you my nigga I keep it real I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)They caught us with it I took the charge aint let you fall with me (What charge?)And I aint gon let you walk with me if you aint crawl with me (If you aint chill with me)Ten chains on but I aint brought it all with meBail thunderstorm pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)Me and 550 had pounds for 450 (450)My partner Ty gave me half on 650 (Skrt skrt)F*ck the feds free Trotter and OG RickyIm part of the Mob just like Gotti get the scrap 50 (Brrap)And I aint leaving out the house without the sack with me (Racks)At sixteen I was in school and I had crack with me (Cocaine or?)Everyday breaking in houses me and Mark PettyStayed down got us 36 call it Jerome BettisF*ck the money up and told Side bring a 50 (Count up)100 a piece from Slime and Future thats a quarter milli (Count up)In 6 months I made 2 Ms stretching work like a gymI love my niggas just like brothers so thank God for them (Street)Real street nigga aint no flaws in me (Aint no flaws in me)Half a ticket on me and I aint brought it all with me (Count up!)If you my nigga I keep it real I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)They caught us with it I took the charge aint let you fall with me (What charge?)And I aint gon let you walk with me if you aint crawl with me (If you aint chill with me)Ten chains on but I aint brought it all with meBail thunderstorm pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)Bought that 9 milli from Q BayBay cost me 650Used to punch on niggas with Scooby and JJFoe caught a body I was sendin him JPayI aint wanna die was only in 6th gradeWe was getting shot at Im calling ShayShayI know last week sent my momma a dubThen walked in Barneys and spent like 8KI was like fifteen up in the clubGlock under my belt had that bitch on hugWhen I got shot tell the Police noneMy momma knew she raising a thugWalk in that bitch three empty gunsShe just gon sweep that under the rugMember I ran through that sixty and aint had noneTook some lil pints told him get it in bloodNow Im spending a whole bunch of hundredsA Lil Pint what you sippin the bloodWhat Im is were BloodsWhat Im is a 150 dubsThats how we went on the runWed get bored shoot niggas for funWe try and practice someOh he thought he wasnt no factor huh?Real street nigga aint no flaws in me (Aint no flaws in me)Half a ticket on me and I aint brought it all with me (Count up!)If you my nigga I keep it real I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)They caught us with it I took the charge aint let you fall with me (What charge?)And I aint gon let you walk with me if you aint crawl with me (If you aint chill with me)Ten chains on but I aint brought it all with meBail thunderstorm pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)

Whoa KennyClimb to the top of the mountain like a lionIm tryna see what the businessCame from the block and right now its that timeI made it out of the trenchesNever look back I aint pressing rewindThank God for the way that Im livingI never slipped off my pivotAnd I can tell you how I did itI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsI came in with a cold heart and I left as a popstarI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsFrom the beginning I played my part I left the game with permanent scars (yeah)I left the game with permanent scarsYeah yeahMoney calling everybody round me way in Abu Dhabi eating fish eyesTaking dimes at a seven star hotel at the top the penthouseWine and dine on a big roof we got monkey like a chimpanzeeThe dogs with me yeah KenzuI was fuckin gettin sucked up by a three nothin thats been twoThey was all tease nothin they wouldnt doFor me know the whole crewCause they know we all players no suesYSL the slime we not Saint LaurentThey dont respect your mind when you born bloodRented a Benzo with a Maybach on the pillowsI put Balenciaga on my boxers hands on the triggerI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsI came in with a cold heart and I left as a popstarI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsFrom the beginning I played my part I left the game with permanent scarsGot a gangster bitch and she so one hunnidShe dont even speak EnglishYou aint talkin bout money you aint talkin bout nothinWe dont speak the same languageSee my bank account got a large amount two bad bitches in the Bentley truckWe dont do no cappin my whole team havinI done figured out thats why they envy usIm in a Sprinter van you on a city busAnd when we tote .380s we glizzied upNo matter where Im at Im throwing sixties upWe cant do no track cause you aint real enoughLA first class we finna live it upOn the way to the bag I aint givin upFor a couple racks you gon give it up yeah heyHi-Tech with the Wockhardt livin life like a rockstarI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsI came in with a cold heart and I left as a popstarI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsFrom the beginning I played my part I left the game with permanent scarsPray for Reeboks and VersaceI upgraded from HurachesYou set the bar and I top itThey cant knock it they know we the hottestI collected way too many bodiesI think Thug gave me too many thousandsI pull up in that Benz with the high lensI get lost in my house you cant find meIma f*ck her so good now she cant find no otherI done mastered this shit I come straight from the gutterI done mastered this shit so Im used to shitFor a verse I got ten gave it straight to my brotherDid a verse for a ten gave it straight to my brother yeahIma say it like that know you heard me yeahI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsI came in with a cold heart and I left as a popstarI came in with the dopeboys I came in with the rockstarsFrom the beginning I played my part I left the game with permanent scars

Risk my life on my partna care if its right or wrongSo much pain in my body Ive been like this too longSo much tryna stop me but I keep movin onI never give up I gotta keep it strongThings aint been going rightTake a risk and you gambling your lifeForever thuggin on siteMy heart cold at nightThings aint been going rightTake a risk and you gambling your lifeForever thuggin on siteMy heart cold at nightI was standing outside of the door with Tyrell had stuck up the stoveLook at my eyes tell me what you seeWhole lotta pain you cant say that you dontGive up on you I would say that I wontA lotta people I had that to leave aloneMomma told that Im going to jailI aint respond I just hang up the phoneThem niggas round you they gon change on youHow can you say thatThe whole time I was locked in that cellThey was holding my back (no lie)On everything thats a fact I aint never looking backI aint never going back forever gon run up that sackSpit nothing but the truth when I spit on a trackShow my scars I do not where I hatBaby Joe put that Draco to his backBaby Joe put that Draco to his capThat shit that you talkin I tell you its capDont talk on that phone I know that its tappedF*ck jail I dont wanna go backF*ck hell yeah I am living thru thatNeed money take me to where is atNBA I put that on the mapEveryday they be in the trapDeath on me so I stay with a strapIts gon happen aint no runnin from thatHope my son still grow up with a dadI be scared real quick I get madI be scared I dont do this for friendsRisk my life on my partna care if its right or wrongSo much pain in my body Ive been like this too longSo much tryna stop me but I keep movin onI never give up I gotta keep it strongThings aint been going rightTake a risk and you gambling your lifeForever thuggin on siteMy heart cold at nightThings aint been going rightTake a risk and you gambling your lifeForever thuggin on siteMy heart cold at nightIve been doing everything wrongDrapped up with VVS stonesWhen I want Chanel I put it onCaught the Bentayga puttin onHop the Lamborghini and Im goneI didnt hit a lick fucking longI was selling nicks in the ZoneI done ran it up my money longI just speed race to the dollarsGot a Cuban link on my collarKeep a plane AP on my wristI done already got richGot 20 chains in the vaultPut the dog food to my dawgOn Prometh every single dayI dont ever have withdrawals The streets they calling my nameStart gainin a little fameDrive these bitches insaneMost niggas gon changeMy niggas stay the sameSwitching in and outta lanesI just copped a new RangeOnly drove it one timeStill thuggin one timeTurn a seven to a dimeWhip the four in to a nineFlawless diamonds gon shineMake a nigga go blindIve been walkin like a head lightGet a different head everynightGot a honor still I love the sameTreat the five star hotel like some motherfuckin projectsI recognize that Im blessed?Im very different from the restPut my niggas on jetsJust to motivate the thugsJust to show the nigga loveRisk my life on my partna care if its right or wrongSo much pain in my body Ive been like this too longSo much tryna stop me but I keep movin onI never give up I gotta keep it strongThings aint been going rightTake a risk and you gambling your lifeForever thuggin on siteMy heart cold at nightThings aint been going rightTake a risk and you gambling your lifeForever thuggin on siteMy heart cold at night

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