"MVP" lyrics

(That boy is Different Money)
Mhm, ayy
Damn, damn

Draw your line in the sand, you pick a side and then you ride with 'em
I was never in the house, nigga, I was outside with 'em
Migo unloadin' up my pistol when I slide with 'em
I abide by the rules of the game, you can die with 'em
Load the chopper up, hop in the car, I got my alibi
Lean my seat back in case they shootin' while I'm passin' by
I got a problem, if you my brother, nigga, don't ask me why
Migo, I'll take a flight, you see me, I spread my wings and fly
I went from a gram to a brick, my whole life I had dreams with 'em
We had designer jeans, the Robin's with the wings in 'em
Grab a cream soda, make it dirty and put my lean in 'em
Where I'm from, you cook up by the stove and then the fiends get 'em, Migo
I started off at church, met the plug and got some work
Trump just closed the borders up, it's nineteen for the shirt
Ayy, Migo, I'll make it stretchin', make the key hit a growth spurt
Took my partner on a plate to taste the bricks, said his nose hurt
We sellin' dope while in the trap, I'm on a highway smokin' purp
Buy my trophies in the club, I'on even talk, my jewelry flirt
I'm bumpin' into bitches and spillin' drank because I'm turnt
First nigga that try to play with Migo, make yo' situation worse

Hijo, recuérdalo siempre
Estás en mis oraciones
Dios está contigo
Él guarda tu entrada y tu salida
No te separes ni a diestra ni a siniestra
Y tenlo presente
Ningún amor forjado en contra de ti te merecerá