Yung Nate - Much More lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Nate] Ever since day one I ain't change son You see my face and say “Nate young” Hence the name son Yung Nate stay real, Monday to Sunday I G-Mack a Wednesday though, that's my hub day Loose quarter got the yellow water Cooking in the kitchen with the coffee pot Dice game, bank stop Eyy I don't really care for the bid Cause we got much more than you see I do me Obligated to make bigger figures I'm not a house n***a, I'm shooting n***as My mama told a n***a to stop saying n***a so from the point on I won't, n***a The T.V. watch me baby God damn my swag is crazy Elevated haters make em swallow their foot cause I'm so much hotter than them You f**ing b**h [Hook: Yung Nate & Charles Hamilton] I went from pitching rocks Getting stabbed up and banging shots And now I got the game on lock (Much more than they can see) I went from rocking pink To this day still rocking pink, so put it together (And what we have is much more than they can see) [Verse 2: Yung Nate] You see that man talking? He a dead man walking I don't care if he a dead man hawk him n***as try to take my life, so best believe fam I'm making sure that you die God damn I'm fly, b**h I'm so motherf**ing high gotta put my head down just to look at the sky doggy My swag(my swag) my ice, just pick it up and buy it don't look at the price Outkast of the game I threw diamonds in the frame I'm young Hova to a ROC hold the block down We used to eat off a quarter key But day forty eight got me re-ing up my grams by the G, uh Narrow-minded n***as can't sleep but I don't work for money, money work for me, yeah Charles MC, Yung Nate, all y'all n***as s** my dick no h*mo y'all don't f** with me B [Verse 3: Charles Hamilton] I say guess who ba-zack? The polo, the blazer, the pink pack pi-zack Carlton Banks of ri-zap The difference is I got the swagger of Will And my money Phil-up banks yeah my Jazz is for real You f*ggots are Hill asking for Bills keep at it An accident Will happen for real Nate packing a still I'm back packing with mad tracks and Katt Stacks smacking her grill enough to make cats wanna chill I need you? Don't flatter yourself I never asked you for help I established myself so Don't think you getting half of my wealth Cause you loving my tracks, keep that crap to yourself I rap for my health, truth be told so I ain't really got time for no groupie hoes sh** how else could I say this I'm Rick James b**h and you Tina Marie cause you Rick James b**h We break the mold dog Break them hoes off like take your clothes off get naked, no problem, it's a sacred old song, what's taking so long, nothing We know yall can't shake the prolong , so wait for no longer its finally here Hear the Hip Hop version of Caine and O-Dog A menace to society, these n***as that be trying me Go ahead, watch your face get blown off So if you don't want no trouble just get out cause Yung Nate and Charles in the motherf**ing house Ain't no way that you can fold me dummy Couldn't fold my name with a roll of twenties, its been that way since I started rapping n***a I'm a loose cannon and it's time to play target practice n***as saying they gonna knock me down but I can't hear sh** like Foxy Brown, clown [Hook: Yung Nate & Charles Hamilton] I went from pitching rocks Getting stabbed up and banging shots And now I got the game on lock (Much more than they can see) I went from rocking pink To this day still rocking pink, so put it together (And what we have is much more than they can see)