[Intro]
R-R-R-Roof

[Chorus]
On the route to 10 mill, I could never do this without my dawgs
Thinkin’ bout the first and last time I done switched up on the call
Why my mind playing tricks on me, preventing me from tryna ball
Been back and forth a couple times, I got lost, and then I got caught

[Verse 1]
It’s hard to sleep when you on the grind (grind)
I get lost in my thoughts from time to time (time)
Point to the world, say it could be mine (it could)
Never stopped it all, cuz I don’t read the signs (red)
Time is ticking, but I don’t read the clock (no)
Tryna close the game but I don’t need a lock (combo)
Invest in my drip, I increased the stock (stock went up)
You fuck with me, I pull out my Glock

[Interlude]
Yeah, bitch
Bitch you know this
Fuck with me, I pull out my Glock
I hope you notice
On the route to 10 mill, I could never do this without my dawgs
Yessir
Thinkin’ bout the first and last time I done switched up on the call
Alright, here we go again

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling pressure, bitch get the fuck out my sections
Don’t care bout the extras, I care bout the essence
I see through the lies that you dressing
Can’t even tell if it was luck or was destined
Read the testimony through my only lens
Trials and tribulations, seen them again and again
Speak my mind to power with the paper and pen
If you ain’t there for my worst don’t be there for my best
Bitch it’s intense, all my lows
Try to be the best, in my row
Creep down in your soul, like I’m Poe
If you can’t handle the heat put your hand on the stove
Bitch I’m lethal beyond the arc in two ways
I could see these pussies hating in Blu Ray
Dedicated to the classics and the new wave
Feelin’ like I hit the club on a Tuesday
[Chorus]
On the route to 10 mill, I could never do this without my dawgs
Thinkin’ bout the first and last time I done switched up on the call
Why my mind playing tricks on me, preventing me from tryna ball
Been back and forth a couple times, I got lost, and then I got caught

*beat switch*

[Interlude]
Yvng Danny
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Bitch I’m loaded
On the route to 10 mill, I could never do this without my dawgs
Thinkin’ bout the first and last time I done switched up on the call
Fucking hold up
Woah

[Verse 3]
I get the bag
Don’t give a fuck if they ask
Don’t give a fuck if they mad
It’s not my fault that they lack
I swoop right in and I catch me a rack
You might catch me in the back
Yeah, I do the race like it’s NASCAR
Run away from my problems and sip the barre
Can’t back it up cuz they cap hard
You and everyone a capper
You and everyone an actor
Think they preach the truth like a pastor
But really you sons is some bastards
And bitch I’m not really a rapper
But of my craft, I’m a master
Might put the stu in a bando
And unload my clip like I’m Rambo
You catch some big smoke like Los Santos
Pile up my ammo
Cross Country, how I’m running
I’m my own shoota, bitch I get to gunning
Tired of lean, I need Robatussin
Just kidding, bitch, them boys up to something (they some killas)
Yeah, I need me a bitch with some Double Ds
I lead the pack like I’m Double D
Over the game I got custody
And maybe that’s why they in love with me
They hate directly and subtly
Bitch why am I stumbling?
Ay, got me some shooters that fuck with my vibe
If you still hate, get yo ass back in line
Started the mission, get green like a pine
Side mission, yo mom on my dick, she a dime
I just wanna live forever, Wakanda
Top of chain eat it up like Piranha
But bitch I swear to god, don’t come after me, cuz I got my own problems
[Outro]
Yvng Danny, trust me