NY
• Written by ERA613
Better days mama
Listen, Listen
Comma comma comma wheres the cheque
I took shots like kobe, know me, owe me
OG hold it down knowing its got come round
Court games sun down
Big tunes big sound
But let me drop a little knowledge on y'all
Just try to make a dollar
Condolence to you niggas who aint never had to bother
Never thought shit would spin around its an honour
New car new chain new whip new ring
So the sky's the limit my young king, big meadow
Never turn short sighted or settle
You a champion seed
So believe that anything is in reach
Then I leave you with this
Don't ever let your foot up for breath
A decision any man could regret
Era
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ERA613
Member since January 2 2017