Musikvideo

Vorgestellt in

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quanasia Young
Quanasia Young
Songwriter

Songtexte

It's Blanco People really switch up like the seasons Everybody got they reasons Everybody got they reasons We all battling some demons People really switch up like the seasons Everybody got they reasons Everybody got they reasons We all battling some demons See I ain't never been fed with a silver spoon Most times we had plastic I ain't even tryna gas it I probably had a couple classics Been smooth I just grew up rough I ain't never really been the type to brew up stuff I done shed so many friends, can't even pretend That's why GOD is the only person who I trust I don't even love these Niggas just a few I lust Didn't wanna break it to em but it's true I must Said it's Blanco from the Bronx I'm one of a kind Helped niggas fight they demons they became some of mine Haters always wanna throw shade cuz I shine Been fire just a little more lit cuz I rhyme They ain't think that I would get this far Guess they thought it was a phase when I spit them bars Now I'm in my own lane and I switched up cars Wizard in this rap shit, got my gift from Oz Ain't no yellow brick road everything concrete Just consider me the rose that grew beneath they feet I swear I always got it honest I don't care who cheat Attitude on vegan I don't care bout beef Never stuck up and never been a stick up kid The hard times never humbled us the good ones did People really switch up like the seasons Everybody got they reasons Everybody got they reasons We all battling some demons People really switch up like the seasons Everybody got they reasons Everybody got they reasons We all battling some demons Truth hurts but I never felt a good lie If we never talk again it was a good try Now a days it don't pay to be a good guy Or a good girl, either way it end up goodbye Shit be hittin til you figure out they gettin distant They don't want it like you want it cuz they vision different They worried bout the beef You just tryna get the chicken Then you try to check em and they lookin at you like you trippin See this ain't no game baby I'm on a mission And I don't see nobody, my own competition Dream chasing not stopping until they in fruition Staying rasing the bar til everybody sippin Different breed I could put that in my seeds Even in a crowd you could bet I'll take the lead Higher than the stars I be smoking different weed Bout to go from rags to riches you could call me Mrs. Deeds And I don't accept handouts Nothing like these other bitches wit they hands out This really me I don't care about no damn clout Fuck I'm tryna fit in for, I'm born to stand out I'm just tryna be wealthy don't even need the fame They ain't gettin the picture cuz they ain't in the frame So when the people around me I know start to change I just remember that nothing was meant to stay the same People really switch up like the seasons Everybody got they reasons Everybody got they reasons We all battling some demons People really switch up like the seasons Everybody got they reasons Everybody got they reasons We all battling some demons
Writer(s): Quanasia Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out