Tekst Utworu

Uh, used to fall asleep in class, woke up with a bankroll Now, I might spend a bag, that's just how my day goes 'Member I was on the Ave', hustlin' in the same clothes Remember they would laugh, guess that's how the game goes You wasn't around when I first started, now you mad Oh well, guess you prolly should've started tryna rap Got it out the mud, now it's a target on my back Oh well, I ain't worry 'cause them scholars got my back Okay, he tried to sneak diss me in his post about a feature Oh well, I might have my lil' vultures come and eat him He just tried to at me, when he know I play with heat, but Oh well, won't go back and forth, you know I ain't Serena Dior for my sneakers, used to play the Bleachers I make hot shit every day, don't give no fuck about no leakers Heavy metal, Led Zeppelin, I might rock out with' that Nina Tryna get medical, ay, Chrome Let's throw some Wock' up in that litre, uh Used to fall asleep in class, woke up with' a bankroll Now, I might spend a bag, that's just how my day goes 'Member I was on the Ave', hustlin' in the same clothes Remember they would laugh, guess that's how the game goes You wasn't around when I first started, now you mad Oh well, guess you prolly should've started tryna rap Got it out the mud, now it's a target on my back Oh well, I ain't worry 'cause them scholars got my back Okay, he said that I'm fake 'cause I ain't put him on no plane Oh well, I ain't tryna buy no friendship anyway He said he gon' kill me when he catch me down the way Oh well, I ain't trippin', niggas know just how I play 4TS, no gang, we put shit on skates Don't reach for no chain, have Lil Roc reach in his brain We are not the same, better off stay in your lane, uh Guess I changed now as I don't hang with lames, huh Uh, used to fall asleep in class, woke up with' a bankroll Now I might spend a bag, that's just how my day goes 'Member I was on the Ave', hustlin' in the same clothes Remember they would laugh, guess that's how the game goes You wasn't around when I first started, now you mad Oh well, guess you prolly should've started tryna rap Got it out the mud, now it's a target on my back Oh well, I ain't worry 'cause them scholars got my back (got my back)
Writer(s): John Carolus, Bakari Ward, Nathan Lamarche Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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