Mone Bryant Lyrics

I'm still waiting for a big smile out of you. You're up 2-0

What's the story? Are you not happy

You're only half happy

What's there to be happy about

You're up 2-0

Job's not finished

Job finished

I don't think so

All kinds of weather, we stay together

Leave another love up ahead

The greatest nigga waiting record label still vacant

My drive is getting payments, your drive is designated

Niggas got you to the spot, or whatever Drake was saying

Tell the stars ain't shit changed

A nigga still aiming, if they play with Mone and gang

Then think about engagements, way I let that bitch ring

These rappers numbers changing, they words scam lightly

Niggas wanna rhyme, bite me, talking bout his own sight

Then I ain't saying jive politely

You don't need a cell phone, I got all the bars

Wifey know he got the hoes wilding

Like Nick Cannon games, do it like I'm Kobe Bryant

I'm with the fucking greats, haters call me Mone Bryant

I tell them run a fade, 60 in my last game

Smile just to hide the pain, hard for me to maintain

Record labels be ashamed, looking at my damn name

I'm all about the money boy, I'm one letter away

Like my niggas on the bench, I swear that we ain't fucking the playing

So why would you even, think it

Tired of feeling low, we get high like sneeze waiting

I told her don't you sit here and cry, just keep blinking

She said if you don't get it, just try, my ship's sinking

But as long as you with me then I believe baby

You can stop asking me why, what do you know

I'm just trying to keep it a buck, Antetokounmpo

Your boys really puto

Flexing with a Uzi, but you not finna shoot though

These rap niggas losers, but they lyrics kinda cool though

I'm focused on my future, but I never be with Pluto

The bitches we be flipping, say you never took Judo

For better had a clue though

But back to perhaps some potency

I gotta start saying shit when I first notice it

She ask me how I feel, and I give her a small shrug

If I keep it real, ain't nobody compare to us

You ain't gotta kill, just to get you a mill

Nah, I just gotta kill, just to get to a meal

All these rhymes give em chills, now they protesting

I know some niggas in that field, like they ancestors

I tell them get up out the streets, and start investing

I know I gotta feed the team, that's just no question

Hoes say they want it raw, I'm not a pro wrestler

Schooling niggas like to teacher, cause this life a lesson

You can call me Mone Bryant, it's 24-8

And all I get is GGs, we winning okay

I tell the truth, cause when they lying, that be feeling strange

And I'm only 17, trying to pave way