Try Seventeen

(Angry Mum Yelling) [Verse 1] Grindin' erry-day, can tell that's what we made for Why be broke; make this paper, what's the wait for Feel like I been here before; no debates or I should take a seat back and hope that I never age more Stuck on my four-poster, play me the lazy song Type of Money yeen' do shit and spend in tons Feel like I miss those happy days, guess my timing's wrong They say Meek too young for this then I ask when the time gon' come Yo Jesus! See what bars done made me become Rapgenius! With my team I'm history that's begun Most-Dope Freestyle. . Live on iTunes store Flows too smart, I think y'all gonna need a tutor Dad was a lie, he prolly had a two-tone Until I'm finished, I'm never walking in no shoe store Until we make 'em, we we keeping it 100 . . . No stop! Until I'm heard, imma keep screaming to tha' Rooftop A nigga want that type of money falling like leaves from a loquat Ice on my wrist; Partying with Iced Champagne we bout to pop Only fucks with real niggas, no broke niggas I'ain't joking when I'm tryna be the GOAT nigga! Haha! I'm talking "Greatest of All Times" New York Times! Listen to these New York Rhymes New York's mine; nigga with a New York mind Pick-Up Lines, you know we be pushing dimes Cyber-crimes . . . you know I don't give a damn! High-Roller! In this game you know that we tha' champ Street Niggas . . . Hustle's only thing we understand Doing Overtime, tryna' raise me 50grands My mind's made up. No pain a nigga can't withstand On the road, be it smooth or a quicksand Fuck y'all! This a'int no fucking reprimand Sold Out! I bet the streets making more demands I'ont like you man! Shoutout to my big-mummy Seventeen! Only care bout the green money [Interlude] ..Only care about the green Money (X2) That's why we hustlin' everywhere we go Yo Flamez! take this shit back! [Hook] • 1-2 . . get this Money, ain't giving no fucks, worried bout' nothing We bout' that life, yeah we bout' that lean . . All this talk bout' Rap,I'm the greatest ever seen • 1-2 . . get these Benjis, ain't giving no fucks, worried bout' nothing. Shit's taking too Long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! nigga . . . . you know we gettin' better [Verse 2] Money! Money! All a nigga cared about We was young, Ill lucks . . money going out Money going out, grindin's still Paramount Running round, still puttin' on gold wrap-arounds This a rap game, we headed for the battleground When them cops show, you know its a underground Show up! Chasing niggas with a greyhound Tall black nigga, born and birthed in the West-Bound We hardly home but we reppin' to the fullest Like the Trill-matic, shawty you know I'm the Illest Protest! The only way a nigga gon' eat Never going broke . . I mean I'm never going off-beat Tryna raise a home, you know we never taking backseats This tha' life we chose, you know we stuntin' doing back-flips STOOOP! (yeeeeeaah!) That's ma ad-lib MDG! Ain't nobody fuckin' with'ma clique [Hook] [Outro: Lil' Saint & Meek] 1-2 get these Benjis, ain't giving no fucks, worried bout' nothing Shit's taking too long, can't wait forever . . Try Seventeen! I prolly sound like Lisa. Whatever! Yeeeaah! Hahaha! (Get outta here Saint)