Akata Lyrics

We some young niggas getting paid

If it ain't bout that paper, get that shit up out of my face

Duck my head, stack some bread

I ain't tryna catch a case

And I keep my grass trimmed

I ain't worried bout no snake

Oh you know fake niggas? I can not relate

All them boys around me real, you can check the tape

Cut from the same cloth, that's just how we raised

Them my boys, them my brothers

Man we damn near all the same

We be moving as a one team

Chase that gwap, yeah we aiming for the green

Back to the basics if this shit don't go

He be 10+ so he be my bro fo sho

And he been here from the start so yeah he coming with me

From a side where them niggas all know

Got akatas and they move with no fear

In due time yeah they really goin see

Ain't no fear when my brothers round me

Yeah we dishing smoke, you want it, you can get it

We brung the work is you goin dish it out

RIP Dolph yeah we staying on that paper route

Yeah we living turnt and we on stages now

Rolling with my nigga now

Moving how I did and yeah you know it got me living now

They told me yeah they really wanna know bout us

Lord, I know my niggas always sinning

Pure hearted, balance out so yeah we never trippin

He steady on the side and watching cause he always switching

Tell me what you really wanna know

I be showing love but they yeah they never know

I be trying give him work but he won't go

Told my lil niggas yeah you gotta know

Cause the world be grimy

Grimy, grimy

Gotta know who round you

Round you

Gotta know

Gotta know

Yeah you gotta know

Gotta know

We some young niggas getting paid

If it ain't bout that paper, get that shit up out of my face

Duck my head, stack some bread

I ain't tryna catch a case

And I keep my grass trimmed

I ain't worried bout no snake

Oh you know fake niggas? I can not relate

All them boys around me real, you can check the tape

Cut from the same cloth, that's just how we raised

Them my boys, them my brothers

Man we damn near all the same

Gotta keep cool, nigga acting stupid try to play me like a fool

But I couldn't go for it

Nigga that's not what I do

Standing on ya business nigga that's what I approve

And don't go fucking with the boys cause they got nothing to lose

Nah, yeah they got nothing to prove

Yeah they got nothing to lose

I heard when you get a bag them hoes pick and choose

So Luciano, what you finna do?

Get a bag, go to saks, go pop me a tag

Might go chill for a min then go pop out with a jag

Might double up the pad, have them motherfuckers mad

But why stop there Luciano cause there's more to life to have

Gotta take some risk for that shit, tryna hit a play so I can ice out the wrist

Fuck imma tell the jeweler gon and ice out out my fist

And nigga while he at it to gon and ice out my bitch

Fuck it might go and out some ice in the whip

But right now gotta be cool, gotta stack all my shit

Gotta rack all my shit

Gotta rack all my shit

Yeah…

We some young niggas getting paid

If it ain't bout that paper, get that shit up out of my face

Duck my head, stack some bread

I ain't tryna catch a case

And I keep my grass trimmed

I ain't worried bout no snake

Oh you know fake niggas? I can not relate

All them boys around me real, you can check the tape

Cut from the same cloth, that's just how we raised

Them my boys, them my brothers

Man we damn near all the same

I give my main bitch my time

My side piece my money

Either find out bout the other they would look at me funny

I ain't never have these problems back when a nigga was bummy

My dick and my pockets done turned me to a dummy

Been wrapped up this paper I done turned to a mummy

I be walkin with this glock hoping a nigga a touch me

I done leveled up the block, turned the gang to a company

Yeah

Yeah

I seen how niggas move, watch how they roll

I tell my niggas stand tall and my baby girl don't fold

It's risk everyday, ain't nothing guaranteed on these roads

You gotta risk ya freedom to know the things that we know

You gotta really starve if you trying stack up the dough

You gotta really blow if you goin ride with that pole

If you a real hustler it ain't a thing you ain't sold

Real mob ties all my niggas speak in code

Gang

We some young niggas getting paid

If it ain't bout that paper, get that shit up out of my face

Duck my head, stack some bread

I ain't tryna catch a case

And I keep my grass trimmed

I ain't worried bout no snake

Oh you know fake niggas? I can not relate

All them boys around me real, you can check the tape

Cut from the same cloth, that's just how we raised

Them my boys, them my brothers

Man we damn near all the same