Lyrics

2000 something a Nigga blew up I grew up Some shit was written you can't tippex it Oh no ah She's instrumental so she started fucking with producers You like after nut you can't do much Music became my true love Sometimes I'm messing up on different occasions Never had the time for reservation So I had to fix up for all my Ls I knew I was just learning Don't you need data we don't even like no interneting And so my life became personal Went on and dropped the hub my diary was in a song I had to speak out my mind I had To Go long I had the pressure, pressure I was supposed to, Overcome An Undeniable run While failure is inevitable under the sun Success is too so gun son, son of a gun Son of a mum lots of love Niggah where I come from Left her with fragrance she don't got no one to Call on Ah 2000 something I was on the road I was travelling I was in the air estimating what my heights is I was outchere fucking older bitches over night shit I was working over time went overtime timeless Times now I'm nice Gotta raise the price raise it like the kids Middle finger type keyboard typa type Now I am your type type it out type out right Cyga24 up in this bish Rappers is my sons and yeah some of them my niece Feeling like the greatest to ever come out the twenties Got you RT bro the letters are legit Ah 2000 something Raised in the K had to leave what was next to it L for the land that's some lyrical alphabet shit See what happens next got you on some series type shit Believe But free a man free Expensive life Spend money to make money chief That's the cheat code the game comes free Am like after you see A Niggah yeah I must B Yeah yeah yeah I said it In the year 2000 something Made this big record called 2000 something For the thousandth time keep it hundred for the bucks yeah I don't talk much so I put it in a nutshell Ah 2000 something I might leave earth Imma still invest get the fam set nothings guaranteed on earth do it like your last 2000 something I was raised in the mother land Grew up in another land Made it out another land Down under from the other ends Plenty reasons I was not your friend
Writer(s): Nicholas Chanda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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