Spoiled Millennial
Latrell James Lyrics

Everybody wanna gold chain
Everybody want a gold ring
Everybody want everything
Wam wam wam wam wam

They ain't know I had the Grand AM
Cuz carried round the Bam Bam
Big stick never seen it jam
Bloodsport Claude van Dam
Blood sweat tears in this bitch I ain't put my feet up in the sand
I've been Belichick'n with the plan
I've been hella selfish with the fam
I don't find an interest in the business
Unless I'm getting pub and a percentage
Selfish yeah I know I fucking get it
I ain't got the time for you niggas
I don't owe a dime to you niggas
Why am I on the minds of you niggas
I can't see no spine in you niggas
Read between the lines of you niggas like
heard you say my name, I don't like it
They don't know lil James with the sidekick
They be talking big shit in private
Til' you press'em feel the pressure life is precious
Ain't no mo' chiling niggas got chiren
You interfering then you disappearing
Under surveillance, guns are on clearance
Planting that seed just to make it apparent
The heir apparent I've been appearing
Just ask my parents, I set the standards
Have no manners you better hand it
Get put in the planet for shit from the planet

Everybody wanna gold chain
Everybody want a gold ring
Everybody want everything
Wam wam wam wam wam

Heard you say my name I don't like it
Heard you say my name I don't like
Heard you say my name I don't like it
I don't Like it I don't Like it

I ain't die hair to get a check
I ain't tat my face for some respect
I ain't never run on the connect
Real niggas tend to be a threat
Need awareness when you wanna flex
Hilfiger shiny on ya neck
Niggas eye balling just for crumbs
Y'all ain't even get that bar yet
It gets really uglier than this
Made some dough and then I bought some kicks
Made some more and then I bought some kicks
All these soles, my souls do not exist
Then I found my sole purposes didn't come with purchases
Happiness was in the verses that's how I know I deserve this shit
I clocked out of debt with a Cheerio check lil bitch
I used to rhyme to instrumentals off a stereo set lil bitch
Man your shoes tell a lot you should watch wear you step
Niggas do whole lot for lot for less a lot for a little
I know what is up in your head

Everybody wanna gold chain
Everybody want a gold ring
Everybody want everything
Wam wam wam wam wam