MVP Lyrics by 41
(Feat. Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh)
Discern
Grrah, it’s Carter, dickhead, grrah
Turn that up, Young Madz
Grrah, bitches say I’m the best in the game
All the baddies be sayin’ my name
With my dreads, I be feelin’ like Wayne
On this beat, I’mma bug out, I might pop a vein
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My diamonds water, the drain
Don’t give a fuck about fame
Bitch, I step on the court, James
I’m in the party, I leave how I came
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They keep on sayin’ my name, when they see me it’s nothin’
If you not talkin’ bout money, it’s end of discussion
And my G hold like a dozen, Clear as chest, Robitussin
Ain’t no time for interruption, I make movies in London
All, all them nigga keep dissin’, I swear that they not gettin’ far
Bitch, I got some money, and still cannot tell I’m a star
I just patch up my scars, sippin’ wock filled bizarre
Unless it’s On the Radar, I point the arrow, Avatar
Bitch, when I walk in the spot, they gon’ follow my lead
Every time that I drop, know the money increase
All these blessings, I ain’t even sneeze
2/26, I done turned to a beast
Now the thooties say “Jenn, Jenn, Jenn”
Keep my Drac, I don’t need new friends
Watch your mans and you hop up in the booth
Word to brodie, you need to go bend
Grrah, bitches say I’m the best in the game
All the baddies be sayin’ my name
With my dreads, I be feelin’ like Wayne
On this beat, Imma bug out, I might pop a vein
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My diamonds water, the drain
Don’t give a fuck about fame
Bitch, I step on the court, James
I’m in the party, I leave how I came
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, new car, just lost a brain
Middle fingers up to the fame
I’m in NYC with that thing
Real eight-figure nigga, still bang
Nigga do anything for a chain
Bitches do anything for a dollar
Shoutout Ben Frank’, my partner
Ran that shit up from the bottom
Ran that shit up no problem
Yeah, green-light gang, no stoppin’
I hang with goons and goblins
These hoes be broke and garbage
New ‘Rari truck, it’s foreign
I’m cut throat, never sorry
I bought like 41 choppas (41, buck, buck, buck)
Who really ready to die for this shit?
Four deep on they block, 25 in the clip
I’m like a keyboard, the way that I click
I been itchin’ to empty the clip on they clique
Shit, I fell in love with the stick
I’mma finger the trigger like it was a clit
It’s media flick on the blitz
We make R rated movies, we don’t do the skits
Bitch, go, go, go, go
D, D’s on my body, I gotta go
And if Sheik on the way, I know we gettin’ low
Nigga get on they songs, start dissin’
They see me in person, they energy different
But I always believe in my vision
It’s 4’s on top, nigga, we in the building
Grrah, bitches say I’m the best in the game
All the baddies be sayin’ my name
With my dreads, I be feelin’ like Wayne
On this beat, Imma bug out, I might pop a vein
Yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, yes
Yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, bitch
My diamonds water, the drain
Don’t give a fuck about fame
Bitch, I step on the court, James
I’m in the party, I leave how I came
Yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, yes
Yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, yes, yeah, yes