Buda Da Future - LORD lyrics

[Produced By Buda Da Future & GrandMuzik ] [Verse 1] We had the best in mind The new plan for faster grind A bigger stash is fatter dimes Slow money don't surpa** the times We adapt to crimes Its either that or die, so I'd rather rise to the motherf**in' (?) My bros got my back, we all in They left the door all cracked We walked in like what's up with it We what's up with it n***as can't f** with it We that new, new, new sh** We that old school blues sh** We them n***as that came out the blue Brought everything back, yeah, the pain and the truth Hit your b**h, scream my name from the roof Young Twelvyy! Man that n***a think he hot sh** Rode his city on some Pac sh** Got the city on lock sh** Man I say what the f** I want I'mma take what the f** I want [Hook] It's love over riches and d**h I swear to God, I love my n***as to d**h See my n***as the best Gonna grind every day, never give it a rest [Verse 2] We used to dream about it, red carpet takin' flicks Now my team bout it Ya hatin' n***as s**in' dick I can dream about it, we out in Paris on a trip From the 6 to the lift, I be always on the drift Where you goin'? Out in Europe with my comrades I was smokin' dime bags, lookin' at the time pa** I'm tryna get money like Comcast I'm tryna hit Keke with a bomb bag I done seen every kinda bill I'mma 16 from a deal, I'mma 16 from a will My n***as 16, trippin' over pills, steady gunnin' for the k** Boost the murder rate, boost the murder rate Shots in the vertebrae, new young Curtis J Tell me how that sh** feel, young boss I'm a big deal [Hook] [Outro]