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ybn cordae - gone lyrics

[verse 1]
need this song to blow up and get plays fast
just looking where my grandmama stay at
graduating school see the debt i gotta pay backing
my money looking rocky i need some more of it asap
so here’s the tape all a n-gg- f-cking working on
that’s all my verses long
cause the hurt is strong
i told i was the greatest and not word was wrong
i’m was searching for my purpose
and i murders songs
what’s the verdict
minds lurking that’s the herb i’m on
everybody call my line with alerted tones
rappers don’t want beef eat a ceralion
what’s at steak (stake) is my fate
and my verbal thrown
no pun intended
a n-gg- i was born a run this business
account balance is always sayin my funds suspended
i’m tryna buy a beach invited tons of women
dive in the water slidr ain’t no fun in swimming
you should know they from exotic places
black and white girls man i’m not a racist
future house so big couldn’t find the bas-m-nt
all tryna move up but we climb adjacent
presently these goals is just manifested
cause rn pockets is anerexic
people hating on the grind and i can’t respect it
gotta vision for the future d-mn my plans is hectic

[verse 2]
i bring heat to winter
roll my sleeve when i enter
blow trees eat dinner
beg plead to a winner
not needing a d-mn thang
y’all popping champagne
i start a campaign
can’t stop a rampage
man i go off
fa sho boss
y’all so soft
and i underrated and undefeated got no loss
im colder than february and snow with 11 flurries but my life’s in a golden state like i’m stephen curry
i told momma i’m blowing up so she never worry
and to the haters that’s plotting on me be dead and buried
my second tape
i elevate
see better days
forever paid
i’m here now y’all never stay
a real n-gg-
no hillfiger my bills bigger
the same people that chill witcha
will k!ll quicker
i seen it happen
hurricanes and fema laughing
a leader p-ssing
say nothing a just feed the madness
the a bleeding p-ssion metaphors for me with rapping
hip hop is so dead just clean the ashes
the sweetest fashion
man i’m flyer than 3 aladins
on the carpet with a jasmine she the baddest

- ybn cordae lyrics

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