MIA. Lyrics

Yeah

Another day

For real

Yeah

For my brothers got the kilo's for women got the Tito's

Bagging all my chips collect the cheese I call it Cheetos (Whew)

Beats I gotta wreck while all my hoes be on the DLow

Put they ass to dust just like some Keef but no Faneto

Yeah and they affected by my growth so they been stunting on a Negro

Exactly how it's suppose to be these bitches can't get over me

Communicating lacking but on the mic I speak socially

I'm the one who really run the town can see the HOV in me

I been stuck up on my Ps and Qs

Why they watch my every move

Plotting with my opps gone do a sweep then call it stick and move (Phew)

Mother fuck a gun they just some bitches with a fucking tool

And fuck a gang got better shit to do I got a lot to lose (Yeah)

Like J I took some L's but kept it cool

My foot just wouldn't fit the shoe

Skeletons I'm keeping in my closest they can't leave the room

Yeah got a lot up on my mind and a lot to analyze

This is for my guys who for the ride and fuck the other side (Yeah)

The time they let it fly I could never I'm always on the grind

That's why they all behind ain't a race if my start the finish line (Whew)

Just know I got more bars than a stool the flow is ginuwine

(Just know I got more bars than a stool the flow is ginuwine)

Yeah hold up now just wait a minute

Why you all up in my business (What)

Catching flights ain't catching feelings

Cut her off can't do the dealings

Yeah stack my money to the ceiling

Plenty fish I started fishing

Twenty twenty kept the vision

Started rapping best decision (Skurt)

They won't give me a listen give a fuck the hate the new tradition

Don't gotta choice I gotta ballistic critics too offensive

When you're in this position I'll admit it's a different feeling

Mindful of my blessings never flexing never saw the meaning

Gotta do it big like a XXL but I'm not a freshman

Huncho imma veteran

It ain't tatted on my face like MGK but I'm a wild boy

He simpin' I be Pippen like I'm Scottie he a towel boy

Yeah certain shit just gotta give talking bout the way we live

Problems all around won't understand I always keep it civ

Instead I just go work on the cadence blocking out the hatred

Look up on they face when I make it bar I gotta raise it

Yeah say we gotta problem solve it some call me a workaholic

Some call me a alcoholic take me back to where it started

Yeah call it as I see it then gone try to lie don't get me started

Circle small cause I'm a target (Yeah)

Circle small I call it target

I'm running up a check again back at the bottom

Them the times they wanna holla when you offer some dollars

Not a father in the picture so my grind is the hardest (Yeah)

When they tell me go to distance know I'm going the farthest

Yeah kush know gotta roll up

Drink yeah I gotta pour up

Sleeping I was Lamborghini dreaming (Ha)

Yeah I had the door up

Don't even gotta tell 'em cause they know my momma made a solider

Rockiest of roads it made a nigga get bolder yeah