Young M.A – Kween (Freestyle) Lyrics

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Song Title: Kween
Artist: Young M.A
Record Label: M.A Music
Produced By: UNKNOWN
Released: 2017

 [Intro]

Oh man, what’s wrong with these n****s man?

Motherf**kers thought they was gon’

They thought they was gon’ count me out man?

Like I ain’t a part of this s**t

Like I ain’t go hard for this s**t

Like I ain’t the god of this s**t

Yeah, I said it

It’s MA

I know these n****s hating, but I inspire these n****s on the low man

I believe that s**t

I inspire you n****s

[Verse]

Surprise m**********rs

Open your eyes m**********rs

M.A where you been?

It’s about time m**********r

I just been on my grind like a m**********r

I apologize

Now I’m back on these beats doing homicides

I was chasing money tryna make my commas rise

And I had to put that joy back in my momma’s eyes

Devil tried to bring me down but I don’t run, I rise

I bet if they was in my shoes they’ll probably run and hide

They don’t really want the truth they rather run with lies

You damn right I’m touching money and I’m touching lives

I got the crown too

I’m a queen, I’m who they bow too

If they wanna bring the beef, I bring the cow too

It’s Brooklyn, I run the town too

They hold me down, I hold them down too

A new year, so It’s round two

I can’t believe they tried to say I had a ghost writer

That’s like saying you drove a whip without no tires

That’s like saying you had it lit without no fire

Moral of the story is they all liars

Funny guys, bummy guys

I know Flex ‘gon spin this about 20 times

I’m up now with my watch on sunny side

Now all I see is carrots like a bunny’s eyes

I’m in that Audi real low like a druggies eyes

I’m still dwelling on the fact that I’m countrywide

Shout out to my VA n****s them my country guys

9 years, I was raised on the countryside

Now I’m 25 getting checks

Doing more, saying less

Working more, playing less

Giving more, taking less

I just wish n****s was focused more, hating less

On the grind, waiting less

Being real, faking less

You don’t sound believable they won’t believe in you

That’s why I really speak about what I really do

Yeah I’m hot but I keep it cool, humble s**t

And I keep gorillas with me on some jungle s**t

I carry Brooklyn on my shoulders on some duffel s**t

This New York, we ain’t supposed to do that mumble s**t

We don’t run we run s**t

On some son you s**t

M.A coming for they heads on some frontal s**t

I’m back focused, money ain’t folding

Yeah I took a break, but I ain’t broken

They say, (I’m changing)

I say, (I’m growing)

And I say, (they all full of s**t) like a colon

They talk about me like they past perfect

Like they present pretty, like they future flawless

Like this world ain’t got drug addicts and alcoholics

Rapists, robbers, dealers, murder, extortion

Like me being gay is so f*****g important

We all sinning n***a, I don’t give a f**k what you call it

The only man that can judge me is the man above

Too much hate y’all need to open up a can of love

How you mad man? Somebody give that man a hug

Saying I’m a thief somebody must’ve hand them drugs

They thought OOOUUU was the only thing I had for ’em

They thought I ain’t have something in the stash for ’em

I see a crown da*n right I’ma grab for it

Where I’m from, we just take it we don’t ask for it

On my way to success I got a map for it

And for my dreams, yup, I’m still running laps for it

You can see it in my eyes, it’s still hunger there

I’m still looking to the sky ’cause my brother there

Went from stashing OCs in my underwear

To 2016 being my f*****g year

Now I’m back here another year

And I see more haters, but you looking in your account and it’s nothing there

Don’t get mad, get money, get on your grizzy

I don’t respond to you n****s because I’m busy

My eyes low because I’m tipsy sipping that Don Pizzy

Had to chill on that Henny for my my liver and kidneys

Hair still frizzy

Loud still pissy

How much we get for a show? Between 40 and 60

Independent at my own label

At my own table and I’m so grateful

What don’t break you make you

So to them m**********rs throwing stones, thank you

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