Young M.A - Kween (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] Oh man, what's wrong with these n***as man? Motherf**ers thought they was gon' They thought they was gon' count me out man? Like I ain't a part of this sh** Like I ain't go hard for this sh** Like I ain't the god of this sh** Yeah, I said it It's MA I know these n***as hating, but I inspire these n***as on the low man I believe that sh** I inspire you n***as [Verse] Surprise motherf**ers Open your eyes motherf**ers M.A where you been? It's about time motherf**er I just been on my grind like a motherf**er I apologize Now I'm back on these beats doing homicides I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise And I had to put that joy back in my momma's eyes Devil tried to bring me down but I don't run, I rise I bet if they was in my shoes they'll probably run and hide They don't really want the truth they rather run with lies You damn right I'm touching money and I'm touching lives I got the crown too I'm a queen, I'm who they bow too If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too It's Brooklyn, I run the town too They hold me down, I hold them down too A new year, so It's round two I can't believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer That's like saying you drove a whip without no tires That's like saying you had it lit without no fire Moral of the story is they all liars Funny guys, bummy guys I know Flex 'gon spin this about 20 times I'm up now with my watch on sunny side Now all I see is carrots like a bunny's eyes I'm in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes I'm still dwelling on the fact that I'm countrywide Shout out to my VA n***as them my country guys 9 years, I was raised on the countryside Now I'm 25 getting checks Doing more, saying less Working more, playing less Giving more, taking less I just wish n***as was focused more, hatin' less On the grind, waitin' less Being real, fakin' less You don't sound believable they won't believe in you That's why I really speak about what I really do Yeah I'm hot but I keep it cool, humble sh** And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle sh** I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel sh** This New York, we ain't supposed to do that mumble sh** We don't run we run sh** On some son you sh** M.A coming for they heads on some frontal sh** I'm back focused, money ain't folding Yeah I took a break, but I ain't broken They say, "I'm changing" I say, "I'm growing" And I say, "they all full of sh**" like a colon They talk about me like they past perfect Like they present pretty, like they future flawless Like this world ain't got drug addicts and alcoholics Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion Like me being gay is so f**ing important We all sinnin' n***a, I don't give a f** what you call it The only man that can judge me is the man above Too much hate y'all need to open up a can of love How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug Saying I'm a thief somebody must've hand them d** They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for 'em They thought I ain't have something in the stash for 'em I see a crown damn right I'ma grab for it Where I'm from, we just take it we don't ask for it On my way to success I got a map for it And for my dreams, yup, I'm still running laps for it You can see it in my eyes, it's still hunger there I'm still looking to the sky 'cause my brother there Went from stashing OCs in my underwear To 2016 being my f**ing year Now I'm back here another year And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it's nothing there Don't get mad, get money, get on your grizzy I don't respond to you n***as because I'm busy My eyes low because I'm tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys Hair still frizzy Loud still pissy How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60 Independent at my own label At my own table and I'm so grateful What don't break you make you So to them motherf**ers throwing stones, thank you