My Year
Album: Live With Honor, Die With Honor-EP
By: Menaka Lunda
By: Menaka Lunda
Duration
5:28
Genres
Description
The Streets of Memphis and Chicago serve up one of their own, cross bred & contended as the games next street ambassador - MENA. "My Year" is a break out street banger from rap artist MENA. The name of the game is to own your fate without affording discouragement from yourself or others. No doubts. No second guessing. Only one outcome, MAKING IT.
Lyrics
Intro verse: I plant the seeds and the money will grow, I got a green thumb, I can work a hoe. I keep a stash when the game get slow. This year was good, next year I get more. Last year was hard for me & the year before, I vow where the money is that's where I go. This my year, I'ma see 5 more, I ain't rich by then, I'ma need five more. (Intro, talk) Hook: This my year, I'ma get mine my nig. A nigga on a mission to get his, for real. (this my year nigga-4x chant) Tone out the niggas that's taken that shit, A positive outlook gitcha that grip (this my year nigga-4x chant) Verse 1: Put the dope up, grab the re-up, head to the studio & hit the booth up. Who believe in me?, nigga we believe in us, Ain't no stupid nigga, know when to boss up. Rap shit for me, not for everybody, Find what you good at & go hard g. South Memphis, my nig we grind, my nig get rich, my nig or die tryin my nig. No mo problem, no mo servin, gotta do somethin & get my ass to workin. A fresh pair of nikes, a fresh pair of denim, used to be lent, now ain't nothin but money in em. A nigga gro'd up, I know my folks hear em, they like check em out, I ain't know he had it in em. Shit aint always good, shit don't always go as plan, that's when I fall back re-up & try again. (Hook) Verse 2: 3 point shots,there goes the rock, ain't tryna tie the knot, just tryna get a knot. Baby come wit me, fuck wit me you see alot, alotta hustle, ever seen me flex my muscle on the block. cops, cops, there go the cops, don't say very much, but I do alot. They see me, see alotta money, they can try can't get shit from me. e, e, reppin Tennessee, Memphis to be exact, QP the company. Hoes is listenin, yeah they listenin, first thing they say, I ain't know he had it in em. The beats hardin up, the raps tighten up, god I trust, gettin that god I trust. Cold as world, my nigga bundle up, bring a dust mop & collect alotta dust, this my year nigga. (Hook) Verse 3: Any charge they through at me that shit won't stick, ain't talkin dog fights, ain't talkin Michael Vick. Bitch I'm fuckin wit, said that I need to think righteous, money ain't everything sho the fuck feel like it. Money bags, soilders rags, gotta pen, gotta pad, write a record, save some money, then I go hit the lab. Bring the streets in the booth, that's why they feel me, and apply the hustle that the streets taught me. give a nigga a little product, show you what hustle is, give a nigga a little time, show you what profit is. Focus ain't on no bitch, need a crib, gotta kid, so it make mo sense that my focus that serious. a nigga stay g'd, best believe I stay clean, to keep myself happy, mane I sacrifice sleep, I'm the pimp, I'm the hoe , nigga I pimp me, I check myself for my money at the end of the week, this my year nigga. (Hook) (Outro, talk)
