Lyrics RNID - Young M.A

RNID

Fuck it, yeah, keep that
I’m smacked
Yeah, I’m smacked, it is what it is
Queen shit
I got everything I need but still I need shit
I’m about my business now fuck all that street shit
I just mind my business
I don’t hear that sea shit
She with you but she still stalk me on some creep shit
Easy to get that bread but damn, it’s hard to keep shit
I keep it 100 every time, that’s G shit
Life is just a hoe in disguise and that’s some deep shit
Queen shit
Homicide outside
Call the po-po, hoe?
Call the po-po, hoe?
Call the po-po, hoe?
Back on that bull
Still wishing you would
I’m in your hood
I heard you ain’t got no pull
I can’t save you hoe
I did whatever I could
Hey girl chase that bag
You did whatever you should
I can’t play no club, you talkin' free
Can’t talk to me, nah
She don’t date no scrubs
She don’t date for free
She don’t date for free
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a lit nigga ID
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Walk out the bank
Count up the franks
Ain’t no complaints
Lou Vuitton with the Saint
I do what you cant do
Gorillas and apes, woo
Trill from the gate, ooh
Real niggas walking through
Get out the way, woo
Off white yellow tape, ooh
Hop out the tank, ooh
Speakers on crank, ooh
Rocking my tank, woo
Self made, self made, woo
Pretty and paid, woo
I keep a gun with the shank too
So don’t you try me
Don’t you try me
Ain’t gotta ask about me
They know who I be
Let nothing get by me
Old Talib Kweli
She ain’t my main squeeze
That’s just my sidepiece
I got the pinky ring
Matching my watch piece
Stick to your sport, sporty
You ain’t in my league
You don’t hold no weight
Your bank account, Je ne sais?
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a lit nigga ID
Gotta have a rich nigga ID
Gotta have a lit nigga ID
Queen shit
I got everything I need but still I need shit
I’m about my business now, fuck all that street shit
I just mind my business
I don’t hear that sea shit
She with you but she still stalk me on some creep shit
Easy to get that bread but, damn, it’s hard to keep shit
I keep it 100 every time, that’s G shit
Life is just a hoe in disguise and that’s some deep shit
Queen shit
Call the po-po, hoe?
Call the po-po, hoe?
Call the po-po, hoe?
One take