ya minko - says who lyrics
[hook – ya minko]
know you wish it’d make a little more sense
all the “who’s” and “whose” ain’t making no bread
n-ggas gotta chose and know what to what end
tell me i can’t do this it’s impossible i tell you
says who? (x7)
[verse 1 – ya minko]
look inside of my eyes, you might find the right amount of shine
heard a bunch of talking, i treat the trolls like i treat the hype
looking at me sideways, they fear i’m crazy, they h-lla right
forties and d’usse in the cut, and drugs in the right amount
b-tch i been moving, living h-lla wrong
real n-ggas die hard, i’m h-lla good
pray to god, and work till i hear the gong
hit the bong, dreams of wealth and billboards
f-ck her till she hates me, and falls in love
let her bounce, call a friend and f-ck some more
moving on, back to business, play the song
treat the pain like cocaine, i’m living strong
i…
got intentions, though my energy still glowing in circles of silence
if they knew my thoughts, they’d mess up lock my -ss inside asylums
got the sauce, got the magic, f-ck your trials i’m moving to salem
all the hate gotta go, gotta go, gotta go no trey
my brother just want bugatti, you b-tches just way to dramatic
aye
if you got a problem, then i got a problem, that’s law and you ain’t gotta say it
aye
if you ain’t fighting then you losing
and
when you bout to win you can feel it
yeah
swear most you n-ggas ain’t competing your sh-t is whatever do this in sleep
[hook – ya minko]
know you wish it’d make a little more sense
all the “who’s” and “whose” ain’t making no bread
n-ggas gotta chose and know what to what end
tell me i can’t do this it’s impossible i tell you
says who? (x7)
[verse 2 – ya minko]
i am not a hood n-gga by any means…
but shoutout all my hood n-ggas that keep it real
and shoutout all my broke n-ggas with reckless dreams
and shoutout all my rich n-ggas that spend it big
i’m all three at heart
i can never really relax i’m workaholic on heavy chronic
tell dre i’m coming, these hours asking god endless questions better come with payment
being broke is making me sick sh-t’s repulsive
m-m-m-money on my mind now
b-tch my problems got friends
came with extra family and couple groupies and they all need fixing
f-ck you mean, smoke and chill?
f-ck you, n-ggas trynna get rich
f-ck you, i ain’t doing sh-t free
f-ck you, you don’t want pay me?
f-ck you
“cause you dont understand how this sh-t works
only sh-t beyond money loyalty and real ones
n-ggas put they energy in fake sh-t and real thots
i ain’t finna chill till it’s ha-ha to the bank time
shoutout to my trybe n-ggas, 5000 westside
motherland king, n-gga dark skin pitch black
she from outta town, gotta f-ck her dmv style
ego like kush, i ain’t finna turn sh-t down
looking for now? i ain’t finna text sh-t back
real life sh-t turn a saint to a sc-mbag
some of my n-ggas got priors like richard
but we finna turn this whole thing around
just know i
[hook – ya minko]
know you wish it’d make a little more sense
all the “who’s” and “whose” ain’t making no bread
n-ggas gotta chose and know what to what end
tell me i can’t do this it’s impossible i tell you
says who? (x7)
[verse 3]
(back that sh-t up!!!)
i’m from africa the jungle
black panther with the hometown
silver spoon like a dirt spoon, we ain’t really had it even rich ones
no water that was common sense, lights off that was common sense
can’t sh-t phase me if i lose it, i already lost my innocence!
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