Ha

Yea Yea Yea

This my shit

Renegade

Ha

Everything I do, for the greens and the blues

When my dreams come true, imma still be rocking my red flag

Most these bitches be junkies

All the youngins be flunkies

Gutta gotta be something, cause I ain’t going out sad (Yessir)

Imma get me some money (Yessir)

Imma make it from nothing (Yessir)

Some people hate and some love me but imma smoke my gas (Pressure)

All this ass in the way, trynna make me miss my plays

I remember broke days and I can’t go back

But I can take you back (Where to)

To my life before the trap (Aite)

**** never knew that I could rap

Ain't really have no vision (Uh uh)

Life was full of hopeless wishing

The first step to winning, just get off yo ass (Get up)

Find out what you love, chase it like some ass (Like some pussy)

Focus on yo future, **** fuck yo past (Yea yea)

Always shoot first, cause second place is last (Second place is last)

Don't do them drugs you sell, unless you smoke that gas

And don't be trickin' on these hoes

Hustle hard like OD Rose, I know its hard to be alone

But you need that bag

Everything I do be for the good of me (For me)

Cause when Im down and out nobody's coming through for me

Bad bitches looking good, but they be fooling me (Them hoes be fooling me)

See I got the drugs she really using me (She trynna smoke for free)

You pop off more than me, this shit ain't how it's suppose to be

Im different from these ****, all that new shit old to me

Everything I do, for the greens and the blues

When my dreams come true, imma still be rocking my red flag

Most these bitches be junkies (They junkies)

All the youngins be flunkies (They flunkies)

Gutta gotta be something, cause I ain’t going out sad (Yessir)

Imma get me some money (Yessir)

Imma make it from nothing (Yessir)

Some people hate and some love me but imma smoke my gas (Pressure)

All this ass in the way, trynna make me miss my plays

I remember broke days and I can’t go back

I remember being broke like it was yesterday

And I ain't scared to say that shit was yesterday

Get up off yo ass, make the best of today

If you ain't got no clientele go get some bread on Postmates

I really used to miss my class to get some ass and be late

Now Im flexin' on these hoes to get that bag and they hate it

I was doing songs for free with anybody and they waited

My **** say you put a dollar on it **** goin' pay it

Off this jigga trynna trap, use my eyes I don't weigh it

Get on my song trynna cap

I bet I wont let you say it

Tapping in with all the DJ's, its time that they play it

Know its time that they playing, throw up yo sign if you bangin'

**** lying and laying around trynna get paid

If you ain't with this bread or music shit, then you in the way

What's reals going stay, let what ain't fade away

Renegade Mafia business bout it, I won't play

Everything I do, for the greens and the blues

When my dreams come true, imma still be rocking my red flag

Most these bitches be junkies

All the youngins be flunkies

Gutta gotta be something, cause I ain’t going out sad (Yessir)

Imma get me some money (Yessir)

Imma make it from nothing (Yessir)

Some people hate and some love me but imma smoke my gas (Pressure)

All this ass in the way, trynna make me miss my plays

I remember broke days and I can’t go back