Letras

Turn their backs in the past, now they want to come back Too bad, I'm not practicing forgiveness Realized that they fucked up, now they see me get some Can't eat, why're you standing in my kitchen? Yeah, I remember when you talked down Hands out, thinking that you're getting some of ours now If you weren't there for the grassroots I can't let you in, I'm sorry to break the bad news Okay, they're still up in that beta stage? This should go and wake 'em up 200 for a saving grace, I feel I wasn't paid enough Predicting what I'll complain about when Ollie catch a major buzz Hundreds too freshly pressed, watch out for them paper cuts The dude working, the tour coming, I'm poured up The new burden, is getting room service, in foreign tongue Boarding a bombardier to fly to where I'm born from And when I land the bad Insta influencers swarm us Women they loving the dude, I can't fall or bare the thought I fuck 'em, it's something to do, they're quick to have the marriage talk And no-one can't fit in my shoes, so they're watching where I walk But can't mimic, they cramp sprinting, a caste system, I was Born for it, forth and inches I'm going for it I can't wait to trade Ford Escape for foreign plates Four mortgages, all of them out in Florida, there's Gotta be more to this, can't bring you if you ain't on the list Turn their backs in the past, now they want to come back Too bad, I'm not practicing forgiveness Realized that they fucked up, now they see me get some Can't eat, why're you standing in my kitchen? Yeah, I remember when you talked down Hands out, thinking that you're getting some of ours now If you weren't there for the grassroots I can't let you in, I'm sorry to break the bad news When I get a mansion, up in the canyons, I'ma go pass that shit to my dad Putting my mama, all in a yacht, putting Sebastien up in the fastest Whip the jag up back to Jacksonville, get Stephanie Cabal 'Cause when I'm on, and I don't give a fuck, I'll definitely need it all Not just talking, I got a knack for making it come to fruition Came in thinking you'd get famous, boy I've come to do business Seen a ton of all of it happen, they only fuck if you're winning Pussy will push me into distraction, can't keep none of you women Don't be turning on them read receipts, hoping that you teasing me Jokes on you bitch, you're not the only girl that's seeing me You get through with your features, opportunity seeker You think you can smooth talk me, hoe I'm truthfully speechless 'Cause I worked for this, I slaved away, paved a lane and stayed the same Invest in me, if you want me to take you in and break the bank And to all you broke hoes, and my past friends Who chose to shut the door on me, I'll never let you back in Turn their backs in the past, now they want to come back Too bad, I'm not practicing forgiveness Realized that they fucked up, now they see me get some Can't eat, why're you standing in my kitchen? Yeah, I remember when you talked down Hands out, thinking that you're getting some of ours now If you weren't there for the grassroots I can't let you in, I'm sorry to break the bad news
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