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UNDERSTAND
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UNDERSTAND adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak EAST RICH MUSIC tarafından 5 Kasım 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıUNDERSTAND - Single
5 Kasım 2025
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Valence
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You keep stalkin' on the 'gram
That's just what a fan do
You keep talkin' out your neck
I can't understand you
Tryna buy a fuckin' house
You can't buy some fuckin' food
I can't understand what the problem is
And where the proof
Fuck this Prada shit
Fuck all of these fancy Jimmy Choos
Never had no fucks to give
And guess what? I don't fuck with you
Yeah yeah
I ain't been broke in a minute
But walk 'round this bitch like I know I'm gon' get it
Lately the music been feedin' my children
I stay in this booth like that boy on a mission
Feel like I'm Batman
I stay in the basement
And swear to God that my ass covered in Christian
Neighbors they nervous as hell
Think I'm servin' bail
Look like I sell dope for a livin
But I ain't finna lie
I'm so rich I can retire
Everything I spit is fire
And you know it's eye for eye
Imma come for everything
That I never fuckin' got
Not no Lambo off the lot
Shit, I'm tryna buy ya spot
Take ya motha fuckin' house
Take them trucks and kick you out
Fuck around and snatch ya bitch
Cause she takin' dick for clout
But I don't even want no glitter and gold
This my life, this what I chose
Every other day on the God damn road
Bitch, but I ain't ever sell my soul
You keep stalkin' on the 'gram
That's just what a fan do
You keep talkin' out your neck
I can't understand you
Tryna buy a fuckin' house
You can't buy some fuckin' food
I can't understand what the problem is
And where the proof
Fuck this Prada shit
Fuck all of these fancy Jimmy Choos
Never had no fucks to give
And guess what? I don't fuck with you
You don't understand
You don't understand
Ever had somebody you love kick you out and then not give a fuck
My own fam treat me like a scrub
But my hometown show me some love
I done been through shit and I'm heartless
But my kids gon' love me regardless
So this shit don't matter at the end of the day
Can't take the money with you anyway
Don't even know how I'd feel in a pair of J's
All I need is some weed and a vaca
Fuck that, I'mma head back to the A
Where the trains at and the spray paint
But I'm fine don't cross that line
Aye, this my home, better leave me alone before I grab that nine
You want this smoke aye boy you want Anna
Talk big money, talk big shit
Boy you can't understand us
Big boy convos
Two-piece combo
This big ass choppa, it won't stop blow like trombone
Y'all keep stalkin' on the 'gram
That's just what a fan do
You keep talkin' out yo neck
I can't understand you
Tryna buy a fuckin' house
You can't buy some fuckin' food
I can't understand what the problem is and where the proof
Fuck this Prada shit
Fuck all these fancy Jimmy Choos
Never had no fucks to give
And guess what? I don't fuck with you
You don't understand, you don't understand
You don't understand, you don't understand
You don't understand, you don't understand
You don't understand, you don't understand
You don't understand, you don't understand
Written by: Bobby Cartledge, Travis Anthony Bull
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