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Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap I'm too P, too much just for one bitch Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at 504, love the city like my one kid S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit FL Studio, had to get it cracked Someone had to tell me, "Nah, for real, you the one" Shit, I ain't even know I put my city on the map Said she tryna come to the city on some fun shit Stayed for a week, she ain't tryna go back No new friends, tryna stick to the goal that they taught me Walk on that stage and they start to applaud me I was one deep that one time that y'all called me They coulda killed me the same day they saw me He tried again and again, but that's on me Look at the shit that I did, boy, that's all me My diamonds as wet as the sea that my Crip niggas throwin' But let's leave it be, if you get what I mean I got niggas all over that's gunning for me Shit, if Trump was my boy, he would run for VP If I fell off tomorrow, it's nothing to me 'Cause the fame, boy, that shit don't mean nothing to me Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap I'm too P, too much just for one bitch Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at 504, love the city like my one kid S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit FL Studio, had to get it cracked Said she tryna get brr-brr-brr-brr-booted up Go ahead baby, do your thing, yeah, toot it up H-Town livin', but my niggas never screwin' up Ain't forget the niggas that was booing us Ain't no room for the band wagon known as G-Wagon 4 Pockets Full and I'm not Dominique Never sagged in Amiri's, my Evisu saggin' Four albums done, I don't care for critiques I'm the man of my city, they look up to me Like I'm seven feet tall, I'm 6'3 minus three At like 97, fuck you mean? Uptown coolin' with my niggas on some dumb shit Had to get it jumpin' like Jordan in the trap I'm too P, too much just for one bitch Said she on Canal, but I'm knowing where she at 504, love the city like my one kid S-A-I-N-T, that's a fact Had hoop dreams back then, on some young shit FL Studio, had to get it cracked
Writer(s): Benjamin Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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