Young Rob – Two Percenters

Young Rob – Two Percenters Lyrics

Artist: Young Rob
Song: Two Percenters

They don’t know what pressure is
In this building, it’s either kill or be killed
You make no friends in the pits, and you take no prisoners
One minute you’re up half a million in soy beans

And then the next, boom, your kids don’t go to college
And they repossess your Bentley, are you with me?
Yeah, we gotta kill them m#th*rf#ck*rs
We gotta kill ’em

I said mind your own, and I’ma take care of what’s my business
Your 15 of fame, cut down to just 5 minutes
Stopped making music, ain’t havе my heart or my mind in it
But I’m back now, and the Mida’s touch ain’t got time limits

Yеah, it’s looking spooky, n#gg#
I took my throne back, I dare someone to move me, n#gg#
And all that rap cap, you almost could’ve fooled me, n#gg#
I let you tell it, you a G

But I guess that just stand for “goofy n#gg#”
Stigma on my city but, I’ma go and shake it off
If you stuck around, you’d have a piece of what we breaking off
sh#t don’t stop until my momma’s crib is gated off

For now I’m watching you thru the window seat
While we taking off
I’ve been known to black
Put the city on the map

Put my family on my back
Put some diamonds on the plaque
And they told me hit the stu’, but that was just where I was at
And I been killing every track, and there is more where that’s it

Yeah, people thought I’d fold under pressure
I thought you knew me better?
I been had it, since Buddha prints on my Truey sweaters
Feels like being real out of style, I’m just a two percenter

They always claim that it’s easy, let’s see you do it better
Kill them m#th*rf#ck*rs, we gotta kill ’em
f#ck about this rap sh#t, f#ck about a Grammy
n#gg#’s really dancing for the white man, spare me

What happened to the culture? But y’all ain’t gon’ hear me
If I don’t make it, electric chair me, literally
Working so hard that it’s killing me, really
Cooking up this heat on a daily, pay me

n#gg#s follow me but they hate me? Crazy
Never will I do my brothers dirty like Jay-Z
Can’t duplicate me
I’m one of one like the stitching on my hoodie, n#gg#

I can’t fade away for nothing, really do this, n#gg#
I been getting to them numbers like a true percenter
I’m talking capital
Angels and demons on me, and they ain’t symmetrical

I pray I make better decisions more than usual
I tried taking some breaks, but time too crucial
Started spiking my cup to get a mood booster
The sand falling in the glass waits for no soul

So I be moving fast and planning more goals
Locked in the lab with future moguls
‘Bout to break the bank with some logos
Do it for the city, ’cause you know the city love a n#gg#

‘Til you really blow up, and the city screaming “f#ck a n#gg#!”
And that’s just how that sh#t go
Most n#gg#s’ egos fueled up by Citgo
I don’t pay no mind, I just focus on my sh#t, bro

Said I just focus on my—
Said I just focus on my— (Damn)
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From the album:
Two Percenters [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021