Migos - Rich n***a Timeline lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo] First kicked the door when I was 17 years old Seen my first 50, ballin', 18 years old Let that pistol go when I was 19 years old First time turned 20, I was cashin' out on gold Rich n***a timeline, rich n***a timeline Rich n***a timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine Rich n***a timeline, rich n***a timeline Rich n***a timeline, stay the f** up out of mine [Quavo] Free my n***a Westside, locked up to this day R.I.P. my migo P, my n***a dead in the grave And I dare a f** n***a come and try me today Abracadabra his face Quavo the magician, the pack on it's missin' I got a ho and she got a ho and now they both kissin' Do you remember, the life I was livin'? I'm callin' the plug, I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget I got the birds, pigeons They know who the f** run the city (Norfside!) I might pull up with that chopper and extensions I just let it off, I empty about 50 Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis" Told mama, "sorry, pockets on infinity" You can ask around, really hit them juugs for the f**in' pound Next time you see me, better not ask me for no money now Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown 'Til I took your b**h, drop her off right there by Morris Brown Used to cook up bricks 'til I turned that sh** to an extra now I got the magic stick, feelin' like Criss Angel, b**h I disappear bricks [Chorus] [Offset] 17 stackin' and countin', 18 I ran from the bounty You n***as is softer than Bounty, my n***a got 15, free Ronny Check out my bio, plenty felonies, known for countin' up broccoli Known for stackin' up celery, you n***as ain't even a vet to me 'Member the days? Run in your house like a raid Young n***a tryna get paid Pistol to his face, give him a shave Never selfish, all the money I gave Never change, all the money I make 1 baby, all these b**hes I laid 2 guns, n***a, never afraid Migos the army I'm never gon' trade [?] hit a 20 band juug He got the hood, everybody what's good Wild like a tiger and I got the wood My n***as on go like Nike, they gon' do it These n***as wonderin', like how did we do it? Water diamonds on my neck look like fluid I'm from the Zone 3 if you n***as ain't knew it I'm throwin' up the north cause that is my hood Locked up, mama couldn't get me out Called my n***a Bookie, he got me out KK got my back, ain't no doubt Player made, free my bro, let him out This sh** is crazy, shout out mama house Don't come to my trap and you unannounced 21 Challenger mounted up Doin' phones, f**ed your credit up When you a boss they gon' cherish yah Investigations, I didn't tell 'em nothin' December 25th, on the run I didn't know if I was comin' home 19, I was on my own My grandma died, cancer on her bones I ran in houses just to buy some Foams You can hear the pain in my voice on my songs [Chorus] [Takeoff] 13 I got my first halftime 14, workin' the club for an Alpine 15 I got my first drop 9 It was rusty but it still'd bust a n***a I was lil' nephew, they wasn't gon' touch a n***a If I did, my uncles'll bust a n***a Migo gang, they couldn't f** with a n***a Started beefin' with some s**a n***as [?] there up on [?] It's was y'all side versus Norfside Knocked a couple n***as out a couple times Got in shootouts with n***as a hundred times Come to your party, we f**in' it up Young n***as, we never gave a f** Young n***as, 10, 12, 13, on go with a finger point A lot of squads start poppin' up Screamin' sh** that we ain't heard of Migos pull up at your residence Here comes the issue, "it wasn't us, bruh" We know you flexin', got the information So you still gon' get hit with the uppercut Beat a n***a to a puddle, n***a snitchin' Now we runnin' from the task force n***as was kickin' in doors, takin' flat screens and all the gold Never got it and I sat on it, n***a, everything I got was sold Apple Mac, juugin' laptops Knock in your door, take your lil' brother's XBox Migo [?] stand around the curb Used to match up in the hotbox Hit a juug for some True Religions And some Robin Denims in a public community My brother's keepers, Migo we got unity [?] To the bando, you see n***as gamblin' Hit a [?] my n***as be ramblin' I got a bag on my back like I'm Santa Claus Finnesse a n***a, pop [?] Panama [Chorus]