Crae - Got Mine Lyrics

Yo, pull up on your side like your block mine
Might just set up shop by your stop sign
Niggas wanna front cause they don't got it
But I got mine
Thinkin' shit sweet, cause a young nigga got rhymes
Fuck that
I'ma bust back, if you touch mine
Pull up in a all black 'lac
Bitches so fine, straight dimes
Soul time, niggas think ballin' driving baseline
Go up for the jam get declined, boy the paint mine
[Verse 1]
Who that nigga Crae from the southside?
Ballin' with the gang like im 'Bron 'Bron
One time, we was up the road on some moves 'round the night time
Turnt' up at the party and these niggas tried to flex
But not the right time
Not the right niggas to be fucking with, cause if you on some sucka shit
We sending out them quicks straight to your jawline
Tell me why, right after they purpin' on the timeline
Check [?] deliberately whole time
They ain't want no problems cause we solve 'em
We posted 'round that way just like a stop sign
On my hotline, keep jumping all these hoes been hittin' my line
No time for they bullshit, i'm on my own grind
You know I, swear to god the money took over my whole mind
Making lil moves just hoping it go right
Mother never sleeping she praying the whole night that im not playing with heaters to eat on these cold nights
[Hook]
Yo, pull up on your side like your block mine
Might just set up shop by your stop sign
Niggas wanna front cause they don't got it
But I got mine
Thinkin' shit sweet, cause a young nigga got rhymes
Fuck that
I'ma bust back, if you touch mine
Pull up in a all black 'lac
Bitches so fine, straight dimes
Soul time, niggas think ballin' driving baseline
Go up for the jam get declined, boy the paint mine
[Verse 2]
Finally 18, but I can't drive, fuck it doe
I be fucked up
Guess i'm saving lives really doe
They say that nigga Crae for the youth
In a sea full of lies, got 'em fishing for the truth
Tryna get a lil clout
On a mission for the juice
With a couple bad bitches only here for the loot
And they know it, too
And they love to give me hand jobs and they blow it too
Came up with my homie and my niggas nothin' old to you
Oh my god, Crae, you go so damn hard
And i peep your catalogue done got so damn large
With the fuckin' bars
Got so high last night was dancing with the stars
Sippin' raf floatin' 'round this bitch like i'm the son of mars
Uh, I said i'm done with games
I don't really give a fuck about what set you niggas claim
All you niggas lame, you can't even rap
Just do this for the fame
I'm doing this shit to move the mountains out my fuckin' way, ay
[Hook]
Pull up on your side like your block mine
Might just set up shop by your stop sign
Niggas wanna front cause they don't got it
But I got mine
Thinkin' shit sweet, cause a young nigga got rhymes
Fuck that
I'ma bust back, if you touch mine
Pull up in a all black 'lac
Bitches so fine, straight dimes
Soul time, niggas think ballin' driving baseline
Go up for the jam get declined, boy the paint mine

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