Blasphemy Lyrics

Young Rich Squad
Yeah, yeah
Akachi, he on the beat, it's a murder

Bring it back to the days when I ain't have no food in my stomach
Only the realest come from it
Don't dream, I just wanted this life, ain't all funny
I had to get to the money
I went straight to get it and bought me a mic
Now everyday, boy, I write
I live just what I say, I don't get indecisive
These niggas invasive, best get out my life
'Cause I ain't fuckin' with you, you ain't actin' right
Niggas be talkin' a lot, but it's actions that matters
All I see is steak filet on my platter
Out in Houston eatin' shrimp with the cabbage
Yeah, I'm single, but it's money I marriage, yeah
Haha, let me talk about it
Let me talk about how my niggas done turned up against me
I'm in the garden with snakes and this pistol defend me
How I'm different 'cause I'm rockin' this Fendi
You ain't get it on your own and you empty
And what the fuck wrong with these niggas
I don't need to make songs with these niggas
I can do this shit all with no features
I'm in Puerto Rico on the beaches
You ain't more than the nigga that teach you
All these rappers, they sit on the bleachers
Watch me preachin'
A lot of y'all bitin' my style
I've been seen that shit for a while (Damn)
And they say I be bitin' y'all, yeah
That shit is blasphemy, nigga
Tooters, they blastin' me, nigga
Niggas ain't passin' me, nigga, I'm
The original, OG, smokin' dody
This an old beef, fuck the police
Niggas know me, keep a poley
Haha, man this shit my G, uh
Gettin' this money my G, uh
I'm out in sunny side Queens
Gettin' honey, no bees, uh

Yeah, haha