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letra de still me - young hysan

[verse 1]
yeah i’m blessed, with the check
money all together in a mess
f-ck the life your living, that ain’t in my interest
living way too fast, we ain’t ever intersect
accidentally on the road, now i gotta take control
got ‘em chasing for my clout, but they ain’t ever take the glow
young and getting money, i can’t ever take it slow
gotta get it while it lasting, what the f-ck you waiting for?
oh, woah, woah, woah
look at this life that i live
look like a light, man i’m lit
at it 24-7, whipping it right with the wrist
going off the dome, ain’t even writing this sh-t
going hard in the suite, spending a night with your b-tch
godd-mn, you is a loser
f-cking with me ‘cause she gotta move up
came with the crew like yakuza
do what i do, you can’t do what i’m doing
had to switch up ‘cause i’m too up
had to switch up ‘cause i’m too up
i done got me all this mula
singing hallelujah

[pre-chorus]
i don’t know, i don’t know where i’m going
but i know this money on the road
third eye open, never closed
always like these diamonds, staying cold

[chorus]
that’s the real me
you know that’s the real me
stunting and i’m flexing over y’all who tried to k!ll me
shorty she my medicine, yea she tryna heal me
you know all these girls and
how they try to steal me, yeah
that’s the real me
really, really, really
always on the move, ‘cause i got to make that milli
long nights all alone, yeah
i was popping pillies
now i’m going up, being what you never will be
woah

[verse 2]
codeine, mixed with ice, yeah i drown that
for all that i been through, this life it came around fast
mind it been racing it racing, ayy
mind erasing, i can’t take the pain
cut it all out like a razor blade
living this life, i can’t fade away
making profit no losses, i forgot the cost, yeah
walking out smelling like narcotics, b-tch i got the sauce
i ain’t had sh-t, i just knew i want it all
cash flowing like water, cash it been flowing like a waterfall, yeah
blowing up, yeah, back then i was broke as f-ck
you ain’t with the sh-ts, y’all don’t know w-ssup
now i’m on it, no feeling no emotions
been ecstatic, pockets loaded like a pistol loaded, woah
i’m going out of my mind
this money too easy to find
this sh-t my season, i shine
f-ck ‘em all leave ‘em behind
nothing i need on my mind
leaving, i’m back on my grind
young, rich, never satisfied
look at the sky asking why

[pre-chorus]
i don’t know, i don’t know where i’m going
but i know this money on the road
third eye open, never closed
always like these diamonds, staying cold

- young hysan

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