Went Legit Freestyle Lyrics – Yungeen Ace
Went Legit Freestyle Yungeen Ace Lyrics
Alright
I’m still on the same shit (Same shit)
Fuk the rap game, I swear I still ain’t change shit (I still ain’t) The opps still getting hit, ayy Fuk you pussy niga (Fuk you), I still ain’t sparing shit
I don’t like he doin’ that rah rah, that’s why his man got hit, uh
Fifty on this Plain Jane
Buyin’ time, tryna see if I can free Brodie out of the chain gang
Kept sliding, watch me switch lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Brodie in the casket, I stash 2.3 in the safe (Fuk it) Ain’t nobody safe, two or three bodies on the same K (Bah) Any niga try this shit got hit up in his face
Different niga, different time, but died the same way (Come here) Nigga, fuk goin’ legit
After that drill, I burned thе fit
Bitch, same pile as the bith’s fit I had a drеam I’m coppin’ bricks Hold on, brother start the car, hop out, shootin’ 7.62 After the drill we check the news, before they knew, I knew he was through Ayy, half a million in jewelry, uh, another half a million on his case I pray my niga beat the jury
Ain’t coppin’ no pleas, bith, you ain’t worried, uh (You ain’t worried) Uh, every gun tossed, uh, every witness vanished, uh (Vanished) Knocked my mans off, baow, I cannot chance it, uh (I can’t) Nigas died runnin’ through the bricks, he heard the bullets and tripped, uh (What you doing?)
Emptied the whole clip, headshot, an extra tip
And don’t put me in the lane as none of these rappers, these nigas ain’t none like me (Ain’t nothin’) These nigas be beatin’ these hoes, pretending they for them, then come back and talkin’ ’bout they P (What?)
Bro got a gun, it shooting so fast, he got a whole button on the back of his G
Bro got kills, he’s two for three
Before he died, he knew it was me (Me)
Niga, fuk going legit (Legit)
I’m still on the same shit (I’m still)
I still ain’t change shit (I can’t)
Still clutch on the same stick (Baow)
Fuk goin’ legit (Fuk it)
Jake died in the same car, I turn ’round, bought the same shit (Hm)
Niga, fuck that I got shot Niga, the gotters got got (Got)
Niga, fuck your birthday, a nigga died from this chop (Hrrd) Niga died the same day he came in
I got no chill, bitch, I’m on ten
Niga, three died, then ten more, then five more, then two more, then bro died, then 6 go Niga swing on me then lost his arm for playing me for a ho
He loving this bith, this ho a bop, man, I fuk I her for his love
Niga, fuk goin’ legit (Fck it, niga, what?)
Niga, fuk goin’ legit (Man, what? Fuk it) Niga, fuk goin’ legit (Fuk it)
Niga, fuk the industry
Niga, fuk goin’ legit (Fuk it) Niga, fuk the streets Okay, fuk goin’ legit (Fuk it) And fuk the industry (Fuk it) Fuk goin’ legit (Fuk it) And fuk the industry (Fuck it)
Bith, I’m in the streets (Fuk it)
Niga, fuk goin’ legit (Legit)
Niga playin’ and he get hit, niga
Niga, fuk goin’ legit
Ace, Ace, Ace
Skrrt, okay
