Charles Hamilton, Yung Nate - Much More lyrics

Ever since day one I ain’t change son
You see my face and say "Nate young"
Hence the name son Yung Nate stay real
Monday to Sunday
I G-Mack a Wednesday though
That’s my hub day
Loose quarter got the yellow water Cooking in
The kitchen with the coffee pot
Dice game, bank stop
Eyy I don’t really care for the bid
Cause we got much more than you see I do me
Obligated to make bigger figures
I’m not a house nigga, I'm shooting niggas
My mama told a nigga to stop saying nigga
So from the point on I won’t, nigga
The TV watch me baby
God damn my swag is crazy
Elevated haters make em swallow
Their foot cause
I'm so much hotter than them
You fucking bitch



I went from pitching rocks
Getting stabbed up and banging shots
And now I got the game on lock
(Much more than they can see)
I went from rocking pink
To this day still rocking pink
So put it together (And what we have is much
More than they can see)

You see that man talking?
He a dead man walking I don’t care
If he a dead man hawk him
Niggas try to take my life
So best believe fam I'm making
Sure that you die god damn I'm fly, bitch
I’m so motherfucking high gotta
Put my head down
Just to look at the sky doggy my swag
(my swag) my ice, just pick it up and buy it
Don’t look at the price
Outkast of the game I threw
Diamonds in the frame I'm
Young Hova to a ROC hold the block down
We used to eat off a quarter key
But day forty eight got me re-ing
Up my grams by the G, uh
Narrow-minded niggas can’t sleep but
I don’t work for money, money work for me
Yeah charles MC, Yung Nate
All y’all niggas suck my dick no homo
Y’all don’t fuck with me B

I say guess who ba-zack?
The polo, the blazer, the pink pack pi-zack
Carlton Banks of ri-zap
The difference is I got the swagger of Will
And my money Phil-up banks yeah
My Jazz is for real
You faggots are Hill asking for
Bills keep at it
An accident Will happen for real
Nate packing a still
I’m back packing with mad tracks
And Katt Stacks smacking
Her grill enough to make cats wanna chill
I need you? Don’t flatter yourself
I never asked you for help
I established myself so
Don’t think you getting half of my wealth
Cause you loving my tracks
Keep that crap to yourself
I rap for my health
Truth be told so I ain’t really
Got time for no groupie hoes
Shit how else could I say
This I’m Rick James bitch
And you Tina Marie cause you Rick James Bitch
We break the mold dog
Break them hoes off like take
Your clothes off get naked, no
Problem, it’s a sacred old song
What’s taking so long, nothing
We know yall can’t shake the prolong
So wait for no longer it's finally here
Hear the Hip Hop version of Caine and O-Dog
A menace to society
These niggas that be trying me
Go ahead, watch your face get blown off
So if you don’t want no trouble just get out
Cause Yung Nate and Charles
In the motherfucking house
Ain’t no way that you can fold me dummy
Couldn’t fold my name with
A roll of twenties
It's been that way since I
Started rapping nigga I'm a
Loose cannon and it’s time
To play target practice
Niggas saying they gonna knock me down but
I can’t hear shit like Foxy Brown, clown

I went from pitching rocks
Getting stabbed up and banging shots
And now I got the game on lock
(Much more than they can see)
I went from rocking pink
To this day still rocking pink
So put it together (And what we have is much
More than they can see)