Letra

From hand me downs to family trips Out the country, teacher told me that I can't be shit And then I made it and he told me that I can't be rich Independent and you know how I'mma answer this I'm a professional ass-beater Never a gambling man, balling the wrong sneakers Still win-it-all nigga, will is a strong teacher They love to, yo, they little two cents from the tall bleachers Regular nigga, they look at me like a song's preacher This bitch over here gonna say she a darn Diva I looking said "Soho", like we was on bleaker I could see your whole truth, like I'm a palm reader Billionaire Boys Club, baby, we all eager It's crazy I did everything I said I would House by the Riverside, house by the beach And a condo in the city mine Dirty on my passport, feeling like I'm 59 I'm a mobile light, you ain't gotta give me shine A lot of pain struggle and resilience living in these lines Never would have even made a head with a whimpy spine Clown nigga still in the sewer, I call them Pennywise Dudes really know me, don't go against me, it's never wise Seeing how I did The Impossible way too many times Never went well with a ceiling, you gotta let me fly Still living good through the drama, you niggas getting by, bye
Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Jan Richard Branicki, Avery Marcel Joshua Jones, Joel Desroaches Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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