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ysr gramz & rmc mike - 810 babies lyrics

[verse 1: rmc mike]
first off, i’ma give y’all ass a fun fact
born and raised in that [?] where all the guns at
you go to school, get your ass a job, or you slung crack
you will never know how to survive where the slums at
my daddy was a hard working man, my mama smoked crack
i love my auntie, she was the one that brought ho back
i’m shooting for the ceiling, while you looking where the floor at
used to get it off of stealing, now i’m winning off of dope raps

[verse 2: ysr gramz]
i feel like 80’s babies, this shit more than rap
you want a verse from me or rmc, you need more than that
i’m a team player, i’m tryna win, i’m the quarterback
go to jail, only thing i’m saying is where my lawyer at?
i miss my nigga gabе, i want my brother back
i’ll never lеave one of my niggas, i got my brothers’ back
niggas backstabbing they own mans, what kind of love is that?
you reaching out looking for some love, i’ma love back

[verse 3: rmc mike]
free the whole gang, when they come home, they all millionaires
i need them home now, we all know [?]
i knew this rap shit gon’ take me far, i got a solid style
i got an anger problem, so i take perks just to calm me down
right now, i’m looking for some drank, ain’t no lines around
[?] give a fuck about jewelry, i got diamonds now
i remember i was grinding hard, tryna find [?]
going state to state, making bands with my guys around
[verse 4: ysr gramz]
ysr, cool niggas’ brother, the problem child
i ain’t even graduate, i gotta make my mama proud
she seen them distro kid checks, that shit make her smile
i still fuck with the weed, i’m getting real paper now
we ’bout to move to the burbs, we much safer now
threw my nigga a bag, here you go, take a safer rout
we used to smoke with a cake, we blowing wafers now
niggas said if a nigga try me, he gon’ take him out

[verse 5: rmc mike]
i’m just tryna add another zero to my bank account
when it come to showing love, it ain’t no fake [?]

sped off with the drop step, i had to fake him out
i ain’t tryna sign no deal, i’m tryna start my own label now
ma, i think we coming up, we [?] now
you telling me i can spit sixteen bars and make a thousand?
trapped in [?] way up out it
valentine baby, real sneaky, but very honest

- ysr gramz rmc mike lyrics

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