Lasagna Lyrics by Young M.A
What’s wrong with these niggas man?
Like, nah, for real, what’s wrong with these niggas, man?
They forgot
Man, I had to pop my *** again
Double large with the 4Gs
That’s the type of *** we in
Went legit, cause ain’t nobody trying to see the streets again
We already beat the streets, ain’t trying to beat the streets again
Heard the ops trying to beef again
Knowing I really got the power to never let em speak again
Knowing that when it come to beef, I only play for keeps and win
And the guys that I be with, Well, I ain’t gotta speak for them
We ain’t sound like the g in lasagna, we move in silence
I’m just trying to figure out why these rappers keep talking, and they ain’t
Rapping
*** going on man
I ain’t gotta say too much
I’m just laughing to the bank
They like, you play too much
And it’s full pocket full like they ate too much
Your salary don’t flatter me because I make too much
I’m investing 6 figures on these houses
Don’t give a *** about your little rocks
I moving mountains
Trying to get my acres up
Create another way for us
My Mitchell State is real estate
That other *** ain’t pay enough
This is fourth base for us
They ain’t about to play with us
See a lot of hate, but ***
I don’t think they hate enough
But *** them, because regardless, I collect and I protect
Don’t think that I will up this *** tek without regret
Sometimes you just gotta let *** sink in on niggas, man
Yeah, I let them soak it in, huh?
Still pulling hoes, but I ain’t interested
Yeah, she kind of thick and ***
Put on the membership
*** her, then I write her off
Sturdy with the penmenship
Niggas out here paying for the ***
Just admit this ***
***, I’ve been a realist since I came about the clitoris
Bout my 1st zip, wondering what I could get for this
Now I’m doing numbers like arithmetic
I went legit. And like the extendo on the grip, I’d rather stick with this.
My brother dead
So I’ve been saying *** the streets
So it ain’t nothing in the streets that gave a *** for me
I’m getting chicken
*** a pig, pork and *** the beef. I’m getting to a billion where I’m living.
***, *** you man
About to die for you, niggas, man
We ain’t sound like the g in lasagna, we move in silence