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Peezy

"Ya Heard"

[Intro]
C'mon
Platinum in that trap, you heard?
Young rich and black

[Chorus]
I ain't never gotta rap, you heard?
I done went platinum in that trap, you heard?
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t but them racks, you heard?
They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard?
I ain't never gotta rap, you heard?
I done went platinum in that trap, you heard?
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t but some racks, you heard?
They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard?

[Verse 1]
Used to have junkies clean the trap up
Way before you lil' n*ggas ever had a rap buzz
I'm on Fordham and Hayes picking packs up
Making hand-to-hand transactions with my strap tucked
Was a heavy hand n*gga breaking razor blades
I'm up early on the first day getting paid today
Cut the big up in rocks, sold the whole eighth
My favorite auntie come and clean the whole plate
You ain't no real hustler, you ain't sold shake
When it's money on the floor, we make the hoes wait
Used to save up to get a whole cake
Ask the fiends about me, they know my whole name, b*tch

[Chorus]
I ain't never gotta rap, you heard?
I done went platinum in that trap, you heard?
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t but them racks, you heard?
They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard?
I ain't never gotta rap, you heard?
I done went platinum in that trap, you heard?
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t but some racks, you heard?
They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard?

[Verse 2]
Hundred pounds came in, it's time to break 'em down
Only selling zips and halfs, ain't no weight around
We call this sh*t a drought if ain't no yay around
I need three-fifty in quarters like Kanye around
Talking 'bout that work, not them Yeezys
I really put in work, that's on Jesus
Cut a zip of dog up in pieces (What you know about it?)
I gotta cut this sh*t or it might kill the people (They might pass out)
My dawg'll bust your head, I give him a reason
Auntie fell and bust her head when she used that needle (For real)
The feds was in the hood, you ain't even peep 'em
Now you in the can, worried 'bout if your b*tch cheatin' (Damn)
Been ballin' on these n*ggas, this the fifth season
Get a whiff of these chains and your b*tch leaving (She gone)
If I ain't up close I'ma inf' beam him
n*gga drop one of ours and we gon' get even, pus*y

[Chorus]
I ain't never gotta rap, you heard?
I done went platinum in that trap, you heard?
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t but them racks, you heard?
They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard?
I ain't never gotta rap, you heard?
I done went platinum in that trap, you heard?
Ain't worried 'bout sh*t but some racks, you heard?
They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard?

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