CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Gifted
Yeah, uh, yeah
YMN and Sammy made this cold
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See I'm talented, I guess that I'm gifted
YMN, that sh*t is a business
Hardheaded, I guess I never listen
You claim you're real, my n***a you're tripping
My n***a, you're tripping
He roll with a Smith and— to aim at his victim
I roll with some n***as
I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings
See I'm talented, I guess that I'm gifted
YMN, that sh*t is a business
Hardheaded, I guess I never listen
You claim you're real, my n***a you're tripping
My n***a, you're tripping
He roll with a Smith and— to aim at his victim
I roll with some n***as
I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings
Take a L and I'm coming right back
Disrespect? And we all out attack
No cap, really live what we rap
f**k on your b*t*h and I'm sendin' her back
Drippin' designer but I don't need clothes
I need a milli to split it with bro
Gettin' this money, that's my only goal
Pray to God that my n***a don't fold
Overseas, where the fiends at
Trap house with a G pack
Can't leave 'til I clean that
I was handin' out testers
TT was the feedback
Young n***a, feelin' heartless
Sippin' mud 'cause it heal that
Sippin' mud 'cause it heal that
YMN and Sammy made this cold
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See I'm talented, I guess that I'm gifted
YMN, that sh*t is a business
Hardheaded, I guess I never listen
You claim you're real, my n***a you're tripping
My n***a, you're tripping
He roll with a Smith and— to aim at his victim
I roll with some n***as
I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings
See I'm talented, I guess that I'm gifted
YMN, that sh*t is a business
Hardheaded, I guess I never listen
You claim you're real, my n***a you're tripping
My n***a, you're tripping
He roll with a Smith and— to aim at his victim
I roll with some n***as
I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings
Take a L and I'm coming right back
Disrespect? And we all out attack
No cap, really live what we rap
f**k on your b*t*h and I'm sendin' her back
Drippin' designer but I don't need clothes
I need a milli to split it with bro
Gettin' this money, that's my only goal
Pray to God that my n***a don't fold
Overseas, where the fiends at
Trap house with a G pack
Can't leave 'til I clean that
I was handin' out testers
TT was the feedback
Young n***a, feelin' heartless
Sippin' mud 'cause it heal that
Sippin' mud 'cause it heal that