LORD

[Produced By Buda Da Future & GrandMuzik ] [Verse 1] We had the best in mind The new plan for faster grind A bigger stash is fatter dimes Slow money don't surpass the times We adapt to crimes Its either that or die, so I'd rather rise to the motherfuckin' (?) My bros got my back, we all in They left the door all cracked We walked in like what's up with it We what's up with it Niggas can't fuck with it We that new, new, new shit We that old school blues shit We them niggas that came out the blue Brought everything back, yeah, the pain and the truth Hit your bitch, scream my name from the roof Young Twelvyy! Man that nigga think he hot shit Rode his city on some Pac shit Got the city on lock shit Man I say what the fuck I want I'mma take what the fuck I want [Hook] It's love over riches and death I swear to God, I love my niggas to death See my niggas the best Gonna grind every day, never give it a rest [Verse 2] We used to dream about it, red carpet takin' flicks Now my team bout it Ya hatin’ niggas suckin' dick I can dream about it, we out in Paris on a trip From the 6 to the lift, I be always on the drift Where you goin'? Out in Europe with my comrades I was smokin' dime bags, lookin' at the time pass I'm tryna get money like Comcast I'm tryna hit Keke with a bomb bag I done seen every kinda bill I'mma 16 from a deal, I'mma 16 from a will My niggas 16, trippin' over pills, steady gunnin' for the kill Boost the murder rate, boost the murder rate Shots in the vertebrae, new young Curtis J Tell me how that shit feel, young boss I'm a big deal [Hook] [Outro]