RNID - Young M.A

Fuck it, yeah, keep that

I’m smacked

Yeah, I’m smacked, it is what it is

Queen shit

I got everything I need but still I need shit

I’m about my business now fuck all that street shit

I just mind my business

I don’t hear that sea shit

She with you but she still stalk me on some creep shit

Easy to get that bread but damn, it’s hard to keep shit

I keep it 100 every time, that’s G shit

Life is just a hoe in disguise and that’s some deep shit

Queen shit

Homicide outside

Call the po-po, hoe?

Call the po-po, hoe?

Call the po-po, hoe?

Back on that bull

Still wishing you would

I’m in your hood

I heard you ain’t got no pull

I can’t save you hoe

I did whatever I could

Hey girl chase that bag

You did whatever you should

I can’t play no club, you talkin' free

Can’t talk to me, nah

She don’t date no scrubs

She don’t date for free

She don’t date for free

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a lit nigga ID

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Walk out the bank

Count up the franks

Ain’t no complaints

Lou Vuitton with the Saint

I do what you cant do

Gorillas and apes, woo

Trill from the gate, ooh

Real niggas walking through

Get out the way, woo

Off white yellow tape, ooh

Hop out the tank, ooh

Speakers on crank, ooh

Rocking my tank, woo

Self made, self made, woo

Pretty and paid, woo

I keep a gun with the shank too

So don’t you try me

Don’t you try me

Ain’t gotta ask about me

They know who I be

Let nothing get by me

Old Talib Kweli

She ain’t my main squeeze

That’s just my sidepiece

I got the pinky ring

Matching my watch piece

Stick to your sport, sporty

You ain’t in my league

You don’t hold no weight

Your bank account, Je ne sais?

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a lit nigga ID

Gotta have a rich nigga ID

Gotta have a lit nigga ID

Queen shit

I got everything I need but still I need shit

I’m about my business now, fuck all that street shit

I just mind my business

I don’t hear that sea shit

She with you but she still stalk me on some creep shit

Easy to get that bread but, damn, it’s hard to keep shit

I keep it 100 every time, that’s G shit

Life is just a hoe in disguise and that’s some deep shit

Queen shit

Call the po-po, hoe?

Call the po-po, hoe?

Call the po-po, hoe?

One take