Young Thug feat. Trouble & Shad Da God – MLK (Lyrics)

Lyrics “MLK” by Young Thug feat. Trouble & Shad Da God

I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy

I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I f*cked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no f*ck, I got fresh from the sh*t on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police

‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
F*ck around, make a n*gga put it to your head lice, don’t it
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, Go ‘head, get everything they f*ckin’ see, yeah

I grew my sh*t like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg

This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me

Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready
Tell me your card info
She don’t got ..
Loosen up her backbones
Bendin’ her hardwood floors
Pussy wonderful

Uh, I came from rags to riches
She don’t got time to clash with b*tches
She buyin’ bags for b*tches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh
I beat that cat like Nitty, yeah

I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these b*tches, ay
I wrapped up the last of these b*tches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ay

I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you.. drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you..
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it

Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig, hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey

Lamborghini luxury
Lamborghini merch on me
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey

Ayy, 400 b*tches way I live
You just said free my bro now he back on in the Pen
You ain’t ever cracked a seal then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ay

I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

It wasn’t like you had my back, no
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen
They tried to kill me for nothin’
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’

Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself
Only blamma to the left I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no
I’m the same n*gga, the same goals
n*ggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though

Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
B*tch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser

You jugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that b*tch on a bean
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rin.. and swear by me
Cut…

Young Thug & Trouble & Shad Da God 2018

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