[Lyric] YRM Young Rich Motivated (YRM Bear)

Run from that kid wit a backpack
Pulling out .45 matte black
Shot down left ya ass way back
Pulled right up in the maybach
Lawyer got his ass right down to 2
Nowadays it’s like what he do
5-0 yeah they come on thru
Ready to take a brother son and another one
Barley made the news no apology it’s back to back
Yeah it’s self defense i disagree wit that
And understand when i preach this
Everyone go through hard times
But it’s hard to see all this crime
Way back barley hadda a dime
Yeah had the neighbors doing lines
& i spit like divine know it’s my time
And i kill it everyday nah
Yеah i am fuckin self made secrеts i would never trade
I’ve been going crazy tryna tell you this real shit

He so nice
Might have to put him on a Topps Card
He so nice
Yea put him in the cop car
I was too nice
Yea i got too much sauce huh
Yea i made her dance like sosa
Look like chief keef
Cause bitch I love Sosa

I don’t fuck wit no lames (na)
I don’t fuck wit gold chains (woo)
Imma need my ice (freeze)
Imma need my range (yea)
I don’t fuck wit no snitch (woah)
Been that way since 06
I don’t play no tricks (never)
I’m just a young rich millionaire


I don’t fuck wit no lames (na)
I don’t fuck wit gold chains (woo)
Imma need my ice (freeze)
Imma need my range (yea)
I don’t fuck wit no snitch (woah)
Been that way since 06
I don’t play no tricks (never)
I’m just a young rich millionaire


I been on since you be wearing diapers
Nowadays everybody be indiated
Shit too crazy i just been grinding
Never catch me bitch i be flying
Gliding jet to jet i go set to set
I go toe to toe never see me though
My coupe go off the chain
My bitch well that’s all the same
Gotta tell you i be snapping
Nowadays everyone be a rapper
Faking fr but i guess i’ll let you have it
All i do is get my bag guess it’s just a habit
Got up one day i just had to have it
I just came thru set fire to the stage
Where my money bitch imma need my raise
My Glock go face to face dead without a trace
Yeah i beat the case free young tay k did the race
Yous a dead weight
Yous a bitch
I don't play no games
Bitch i run this shit
I'm the CEO
I'm just on it though
I'm just killing it everyday
Bitch you cannot hold me

Balling like ginoblu
Balling on the game
Balling on the bitches
I do the same

I don’t fuck wit no lames (na)
I don’t fuck wit gold chains (woo)
Imma need my ice (freeze)
Imma need my range (yea)
I don’t fuck wit no snitch (woah)
Been that way since 06
I don’t play no tricks (never)
I’m just a young rich millionaire

Snapping
Trapping
All I do is get my bag in
Fuck the bitches on the rag and
Don't really care what the fuck they said to me
I'm just making paper
I'm just making package
I'm just killing every day
Bitch I'm a rapper
Y'all don't really get it
I go 20-20
I see you bitches
Man I run the race
Bitch I beat the case
Bitch you cannot chase
I'm just too nice
Bitch I ran away
Yea I zoomed in this coupe
Yea I zoomed in the coupe
Zoomed on that bitch
And zoomed on her too

I don’t fuck wit no lames (na)
I don’t fuck wit gold chains (woo)
Imma need my ice (freeze)
Imma need my range (yea)
I don’t fuck wit no snitch (woah)
Been that way since 06
I don’t play no tricks (never)
I’m just a young rich millionaire


I don’t fuck wit no lames (na)
I don’t fuck wit gold chains (woo)
Imma need my ice (freeze)
Imma need my range (yea)
I don’t fuck wit no snitch (woah)
Been that way since 06
I don’t play no tricks (never)
I’m just a young rich millionaire