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  • Yesterday – Lil Durk feat. Moneybagg Yo lyrics

    Lyrics Lil Durk – Yesterday

    I was just starving in them apartments, that sh*t feel like yesterday
    I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that sh*t feel like yesterday
    I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
    Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same sh*t yesterday. (x2)

    I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, sh*t got me heartless
    Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
    Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
    Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
    I came up they say i’m a target
    Talking bout how they gone rob me
    I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
    A nigga try me then I’m popping
    Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
    Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
    Niggas be talking that sh*t need to tell them please (shhhhhh)
    I might just shoot em and fly to another region
    I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
    I bust down a Rollie from 50k versuri-lyrics.info
    I really did that sh*t yesterday
    I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this sh*t yesterday
    OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way.

    I was just starving in them apartments, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
    I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
    I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterdaaay
    Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same sh*t yesterday. (x2)

    Ain’t get the .. before last and It’s not cause of the cash
    Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
    My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
    Because you snitch in the past, .. get on yo ass
    My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
    Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
    Credit Card fraud money handy
    Ain’t nobody here like Cary
    20 years about going Cary
    b*tch nigga I ain’t never scary
    Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
    I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterdaaay
    And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterdaaay
    So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
    Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty .. heaven gate.

    I was just starving in them apartments, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
    I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that sh*t feel like yesterdaaay
    I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterdaaay
    Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same sh*t yesterday. (x2)
    I ain’t stun that sh*ttt.
    Lil Durk lyrics
    Video Lil Durk


  • MoneyBagg Yo – Yesterday (feat. Lil Durk)

    [Intro: Lil Durk]
    Gang…….Lets Get It!

    [Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
    I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
    I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
    I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
    Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

    [Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
    I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, shit got me heartless
    Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
    Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
    Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
    I came up they say i’m a target
    Talking bout how they gone rob me
    I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
    A nigga try me then I’m popping
    Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
    Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
    Niggas be talking that shit need to tell them please (shhhh)
    I might just shoot em and fly to another region
    I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
    I bust down a Rollie from 50k
    I really did that shit yesterday
    I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this shit yesterday
    OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way

    [Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
    I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
    I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
    I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
    Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

    [Verse 2: Lil Durk]
    Ain’t get the [?] before last and It’s not cause of the cash
    Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
    My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
    Because you snitch in the past, [?] get on yo ass
    My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
    Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
    Credit Card fraud money handy
    Ain’t nobody here like Cary
    20 years about going Cary
    Bitch nigga I ain’t never scary
    Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
    I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterday
    And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterday
    So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
    Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty [?] heaven gate

    [Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
    I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
    I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
    I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
    Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)
    I ain’t stun that shit


  • Blac Youngsta – Letter To Yo Gotti Lyrics

    Fuck up, uhh
    Cut that shit up a lil bit
    You know, um
    I was having uh uh uh uh
    I was having
    Big homie got it the other day
    And we was on the phone talking that shit, you know me
    Since I been on the road and shit
    I been running so much money off this shit
    I just ain’t been having the time to talk to big homie
    Like I normally talk to em
    But you know
    That’s my big brother no matter what man
    Dying about it
    You know and big homie ask me a question
    And and and this shit so funny, you know a nigga got to trip
    Nigga smart as a mother fucker
    That nigga Gotti ask me
    That nigga said uh uh
    Young nigga you know who who
    Who believed in this shit from the get go?
    When I signed your shit
    I was like who?
    Shit he was like me and you
    The only us nigga
    That nigga said haha
    That nigga said nigga
    Me and you the only one believed in you young nigga
    Haa, I can’t lie to you
    I got to keep it G with you
    I told him say no more haha
    You know uhh big homie
    You know uh
    I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate you for uh
    Changing my life around
    Give me a shot where I could put my niggas in position
    And take care of my family you know
    Any nigga play with Gotti
    Imma clear the scene (Fuck nigga lil nigga)
    Signed with CMG nigga that was my dream, yeah
    I done seen like a whole whole lot of things
    I done took a whole lot of beans with my [?] yeah
    I appreciate you big homie
    For everything that you done
    I just want to let you know I’m riding with you with a lot of more than love
    I just want to let you know Imma protect you from anything tryna that come
    I just wanna thank you cuz you took me out the slums
    Real nigga
    I was riding around with a trunk full of CD’s in it
    A lot of nigga’s they ain’t see my vision the ain’t believe in me
    If you ain’t starve with me then you know god damn well you ain’t eating with me
    A lot of niggas they was greedy, they ain’t want to feed me
    Can’t believe them niggas tried to leave me
    Hold up, wait up nigga
    I play with hoes, I don’t play with niggas
    I don’t shake hands
    I don’t have conversations with niggas
    Fuck them niggas I’ll spray them niggas
    I ain’t trying the leave the game, sit on the bench
    I ain’t tryna trade places with niggas
    I ain’t doing you no favor nigga
    Nah, for what?
    Niggas said they want my head
    [?] but it was still some love
    So they said the want me dead
    Tell them niggas hurry up
    Tell them I don’t give a fuck
    Tell that bitch I wanna fuck
    I just want to burn her head up
    I got niggas in the feds stuck (Lil bitch)
    And I hate when the police put me in them handcuffs (them dicks)
    And I know them niggas hating on me they can’t stand us
    If you try to reach for my chain
    Yall i’ll shoot a fan up
    I’ll still fuck Lady Gaga if she had cancer
    I remember I was broke (broke)
    I was sleeping on the floor (floor)
    I ain’t have nowhere to go
    I ain’t got to sleep on the floor no more
    I could afford me a home now
    I ain’t serving out the foam now
    I could afford to get you gone now
    Aye, I remember when I first signed CMG
    You know, I walked in that mother fucker like I just ran some shit
    And big homie, I remember you looking like
    The fuck wrong with this young nigga
    The fuck he coming here talking about
    What he finna do
    How this shit gone go
    This how…
    The fuck?
    And and and I seen this bald head nigga besides you
    I was I like who the fuck this nigga is?
    And you was that my lil cousin [?]
    And I had already been familiar with him and shit
    Cuz I been seeing him through in and out your career and shit
    And I was like I want that nigga to manage me
    Fuck that, and you was looking like what the fuck?
    You was like man look right here
    I ain’t letting this nigga go
    I could tell, I could tell
    And I was like I want that nigga to manage me
    I want a new booking for him
    I want a check that gon change my whole life around
    I want to act like I got money
    And and and really be broke
    And I think the biggest debate about everything
    You gave me the check with no problems
    But you gave me a hard time getting beat nigga haha
    I’l never forget that shit nigga
    I knew he was good nigga
    He value to your shit, and you ain’t want to let em go
    But I respect you
    And I appreciate you for letting him go
    You help me make my shit come true
    Make my shit big you know
    I’m the biggest artist that ah ever hit CMG…facts
    Dropped out of high school
    Graduated the streets
    Got to thank god a nigga got in my teacher
    And you can’t thank god only when you need em

    Now I love that hoe shit sheisty
    It my bitch, fiesty
    It my wrist icy
    They locked my nigga up
    Gave him six lifies
    If you a fuck nigga?
    You might dislike me
    Yeah

    I’m in Dubai with your bitch ass up
    Don’t you rob that nigga bare face
    Young nigga you better mask up
    My grandma told me pull my pants up
    She said god got the answer
    Every time I think about my brother
    I’m pouring lean in the phantom
    (Rest in peace [?])
    My young nigga beat his case
    All these tats on my face
    I can’t go and get a job
    I had no choice but to make it
    Lamborginni with the door
    Are your sure you want to race
    I told that bitch she got to go
    Slammed the door in her face
    You ain’t rob nobody
    You ain’t shot nobody
    Nobody nigga, nobody nigga
    You ain’t even nobody
    This shit was a dream at first
    We was all friends at first
    I just want to know why you changed homie?
    You was on my team at first
    We was buddy buddy
    We would talk to hoes
    We was Kid Cudi
    We was dressing alike we was going to school
    Acting like we was twin brothers
    I would never fuck with you or trust you homie
    But I still love you
    And if your son even need me homie
    Let him know I’m there for you
    Their aunty, their mother, forever I’ll love you
    When you lost your son I shed a tear for you
    Rest in peace [?]
    I got shot three times
    They tried to put me to rest
    It wasn’t time for me to leave
    Cuz the lord wanna let me live
    You know, I seen that shit like a long time ago and shit
    When I use to be there, go down the street
    And beat on beat on church wild and shit
    And umm hear my freestyles and shit
    You know what I’m taking about?
    Niggas use to laugh at me and shit
    And and and they thought, they thought that shit was funny
    You know but I always told niggas, I will be that nigga one day
    Know what I’m talking about?
    Just wait and see
    And umm, look at me now
    I grew up poor my nigga, but I’m rich as fuck now
    I made a way for my family
    When you born rich
    You ain’t gon be broke when you get older nigga
    Cuz you ain’t got no hustle about yourself
    Ain’t nobody thought you how to go get it
    Know what I’m saying
    So I grew up poor and broke
    I slept on the floor
    I work for food my nigga
    So what that tell ya
    Imma be rich forever
    CMG


  • 81 – Yo Gotti lyrics

    Lyrics Yo Gotti – 81

    Only if a nigga knew like
    It’s amazin’ what 365 days can do for you
    This time last year niggas was like
    Talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ budgets and shit
    I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeahhh
    Nigga business partner with Jay-Z
    Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
    Emory, what it do?
    You see ’em.(81)

    Gotta pick ’em wisely
    Gotta choose ’em carefully
    Got niggas I know that weren’t there for me
    Got b*tches I know that don’t care for me
    Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined
    Why? I’m tryna break CMG
    So f*ck that, I’m doin’ mine
    They see I’m mad, see they call in the streets, call me back
    Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap
    In New York with 3 bangers
    Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor
    I guess the sets won’t taint him
    Guess the money can’t change him
    Decisions
    Homie on probation
    Took him up to Roc Nation
    Let him meet Jay, told him be patient
    Decisions, and lil homie really got it
    Trying to tell him wait his turn
    He ain’t learn, lil homie caught a body.

    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
    How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
    You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done.

    Biggest year of my career
    I feel the pressure, gotta follow up
    Same time I can feel the feds
    Gettin’ closer, lockin’ niggas up
    Decisions
    Closer partners, they in prison
    Never want to be the biggest
    I just want to be the realest
    I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter
    Not ’cause he a goon, he my nigga (nigga, nigga)
    He got the city divided
    Bring it together, I tried it
    f*ck them lil niggas, I tried it
    f*ck them lil niggas, I tried it
    I am the king, your highness
    You want a problem, well find it
    I was too busy gettin’ too many million
    Like now the perfect timin’
    Let them lil niggas in
    They what they do to b*tch
    I don’t be trippin’ at all
    Whatever come with it, I’m with it
    Lil nigga, I swear I’m good for it all.

    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
    How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
    You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done.

    1 million, 2 million, 3
    CM9 strictly for the streets
    I’m tryna get a twin Piece
    First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
    First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
    I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire
    I’m tryna be the first trap billionaireee.
    Yo Gotti lyrics
    Video Gotti


  • Yo Gotti – 81

    [Intro]
    Only if a nigga knew like
    It’s amazin’ what 365 days can do for you
    This time last year niggas was like
    Talkin’ ’bout cuttin’ budgets and shit
    I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah
    Nigga business partner with Jay-Z
    Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga?
    Emory, what it do?
    You see ’em

    [Verse 1]
    Gotta pick ’em wisely
    Gotta choose ’em carefully
    Got niggas I know that weren’t there for me
    Got bitches I know that don’t care for me
    Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined
    Why? I’m tryna break CMG
    So fuck that, I’m doin’ mine
    They see I’m mad, see they call in the streets, call me back
    Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap
    In New York with 3 bangers
    Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor
    I guess the sets won’t taint him
    Guess the money can’t change him
    Decisions
    Homie on probation
    Took him up to Roc Nation
    Let him meet Jay, told him be patient
    Decisions, and lil homie really got it
    Trying to tell him wait his turn
    He ain’t learn, lil homie caught a body

    [Hook]
    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em how it’s done
    How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
    You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

    [Verse 2]
    Biggest year of my career
    I feel the pressure, gotta follow up
    Same time I can feel the feds
    Gettin’ closer, lockin’ niggas up
    Decisions
    Closer partners, they in prison
    Never want to be the biggest
    I just want to be the realest
    I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter
    Not ’cause he a goon, he my nigga (nigga, nigga)
    He got the city divided
    Bring it together, I tried it
    Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it
    Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it
    I am the king, your highness
    You want a problem, well find it
    I was too busy gettin’ too many million
    Like now the perfect timin’
    Let them lil niggas in
    They what they do to bitch
    I don’t be trippin’ at all
    Whatever come with it, I’m with it
    Lil nigga, I swear I’m good for it all

    [Hook]
    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81 (from the crib yeah)
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
    9 times 9 is 81
    I’m an 80’s baby born in ’81
    From a family full of hustlers, youngest son
    They say get that money, show ’em him how it done
    How it’s done, got it, got it how it’s done
    You would make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done
    Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it’s done

    [Outro]
    1 million, 2 million, 3
    CM9 strictly for the streets
    I’m tryna get a twin Piece
    First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
    First class nigga, I’m a millionaire
    I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire
    I’m tryna be the first trap billionaire


  • Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo – Pull Up

    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    Pull up to the trap
    Peekin’ out the peephole
    Give you two shots
    Like I’m shootin’ free throws
    Cubans on my neck
    That’s a lot of kilos
    Pack touch down
    So now I’m on reload
    Pull up to the trap, (Pull up)
    Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
    Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
    Like I’m shootin’ free, throws (Ha)
    Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
    That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
    Pack touch down, (It’s here)
    So now I’m on reload, (Reload)
    [Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
    (Federal, federal, fed, uh, uh, uh, 2 fed
    Federal, federal, federal)
    Pull up in my trap car
    Hit the trap house dishin’ that dope out
    Hop out with that stick out
    Please don’t trip out I might flip out
    I know a Cuban he don’t speak english
    I need a translator
    (I need some better talk!)
    Give me whatever I need Uncle Sammy
    Told me to pay him later
    (Throw that shine yeah nigga)
    I heard the car pull up outside
    I look at the blindfold
    (Who that? Who that?)
    Yeah my stupid ass baby mama
    Think I’m in here with side hoes
    (Stupid bitch!)
    Bitch I’m in here with nine bows, (Right now!)
    [?], (Right now!)
    You make a scene causing commotion
    Trying to give me some time hoe?
    (What you twelve or something?)
    Walk in your trap and take over your trap feel like Bankroll
    (Fresh!)
    Come and take your shit repo, (Give me that!)
    Make you take a shit [?]
    Hey, hey!
    I’m so ahead of them check out my schedule
    Gotti and MoneyBagg oh that’s 2Federal
    Fuck what they talking ’bout
    I’m running up revenue
    Go do the same, that’s what you better do
    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    Pull up to the trap
    Peekin’ out the peephole
    Give you two shots
    Like I’m shootin’ free throws
    Cubans on my neck
    That’s a lot of kilos
    Pack touch down
    So now I’m on reload
    Pullin’ out the trap, (Pull up)
    Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
    Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
    Like I’m shootin’ free throws, (Ha)
    Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
    That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
    Pack touch down, (It’s here)
    So now I’m on reload
    [Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
    MoneyBagg and Gotti, (2Federal)
    I’ts like we got the cheat codes, (Yup)
    We talk no more gangster shit and get money with chicos, (Chicos)
    CMG the label
    And we distribute kilos, (Kilos)
    And we’ll spend your money, (On what?)
    On foreign cars with two doors, (Ugh)
    I’m 2Federal a nigga talkin’ shit [?]
    You a little hater fit your carriage carriage
    I’ll fuck around and embarrass you
    Hold up listen
    Tell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me?
    Young nigga told me made 100,000 [?], (I believe him)
    I was trap or die
    Get rich or die trapping, (What else?)
    Before I made cocaine music fire, (What else?)
    Ran off on the plug with seventy five, (What else?)
    I was robbing niggas runnin’ with the gas
    (Young nigga grindin’ trying to get a nap)
    Where the pints at?
    Everybody telling me to drop this shit now
    The streets dry
    [Hook: Yo Gotti]
    Pull up to the trap, (Pull up)
    Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
    Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
    Like I’m shootin’ free, throws (Ha)
    Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
    That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
    Pack touch down, (It’s here)
    So now I’m on reload, (Reload)
    Pull up to the trap, (Pull up)
    Peekin’ out the peephole, (Who that?)
    Give you two shots, (Bow bow)
    Like I’m shootin’ free throws, (Ha)
    Cubans on my neck, (Cubans)
    That’s a lot of kilos, (Kilos)
    Pack touch down, (It’s here)
    So now I’m on reload


  • 24hrs – Twenty Revenge (12 Am Mixtape) letras

    [Intro]
    It’s 24 hours
    It’s 12:am
    Apex a boss
    (M-m-murda)
    Apex a boss

    [Verse 1: 24hrs]
    I was young and in heaven
    24hrs down at Magic
    They try to count me out
    I don’t know what that’s about
    20 days, 40 reckless
    20 boss stuck quick
    Girlfriend wanna pick
    Regulate what time you sleep
    I’m at Follies day shift
    Grab a nigga be light
    I’m up in the booth flyin’
    Eatin’ wings with propane
    20, I’ve been the boss
    20, I’ve been ran it up
    20, it’s my time to shine
    20, I’m takin’ what’s mine

    [Hook: 24hrs]
    I was takin’ opportunities
    I was workin’ like it’s two of me
    Labels ain’t know what to do with me
    All along they was losin’ me
    All along they was losin’ me
    This 20 revenge, this 20 revenge

    [Verse 2: 24hrs]
    This 20 revenge, you act like my friends
    That shit was pretend
    Seen real niggas fold
    Never sold my soul
    24 finna glow
    AMG smokin’ dope
    24 finna glow
    AMG smokin’ dope
    I made my lil young nigga rich
    20 a boss and won’t rich
    I’m all bout the profit
    Y3 in my closet
    These bitches ain’t shit
    In love with a goddess
    I roll by the pound
    I swear I’m a smoker
    Got 20 on me and 20 on my diamond choker
    20 a boss and 20 ain’t trippin’
    Come to my city and see how I’m livin’

    [Hook: 24hrs]
    I was takin’ opportunities
    I was workin’ like it’s two of me
    Labels ain’t know what to do with me
    All along they was losin’ me
    All along they was losin’ me
    This 20 revenge, all along they was losin’ me

    [Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
    Big business nigga, me and 20
    I’m the king of doin’ it independent
    I was sellin’ bricks when they was under 20
    Plug was comin’ through and dumpin’ plenty
    I be hustlin’ like it’s two of me
    They don’t know what to do with me
    Cut the check and keep them bitches comin’
    Labels know it’s CMG with me
    Niggas ain’t want to deal with me
    LA Reid, he kept it real with me
    He take a boss and make another boss
    And he done made a lot of M’s with me
    I always kept a private plug
    Fuck a bitch I keep it private cuz
    This that CMG mixed with Private Club

    [Hook: 24hrs]
    I was takin’ opportunities
    I was workin’ like it’s two of me
    Labels ain’t know what to do with me
    All along they was losin’ me
    All along they was losin’ me
    This 20 revenge, all along they was losin’ me