歌词

[Chorus]
My shooter my brother like we all got the same dad
I don't take it off, wear my chain like a name tag
Got up off my ass, went and got what I ain't have
That's why they mad, oh well, they can stay mad
Mama think I'm crazy, all these guns like an Arab
Stay in your lane, might crash tryna change paths
[Verse 1]
Had to learn all I need is myself
I can play chess on this Damier belt
Fuck love after all the pain I felt
Where was all these bros when a **** needed help?
Know I got some, only one in they name
Bought for every single motherfuckin' thing I ain't have
I just want the money, fuck the clout, fuck the fame
I got in my bag, not my feelings, you can save that
I just had dinner with the plug at Ruson
Real cheap price, you ain't gotta have a coupon
**** be talkin' that gang shit, do somethin'
Pocket full of salad, all I need is a crouton
Took a lot of losses, but it made us bosses
**** be slimy, it done made me cautious
Now I got the ball like a **** playin' offense
Lord, forgive all my sins
(I say what I mean, ain't no sorry, no take-backs)
[Chorus]
I don't take it off, wear my chain like a name tag
Got up off my ass, went and got what I ain't have
That's why they mad, oh well, they can stay mad
Mama think I'm crazy, all these guns like an Arab
Stay in your lane, might crash tryna change paths
[Verse 2]
Stay in your lane, lil' ****
Came from the mud, I'm the same, lil' ****
Shit ain't the same, lil' ****
Jump out a coupe to a plane, lil' ****
Jumped out the coupe with the roof gone
We all here like the group home
(Rare) Brrt
Gucci on my feet, no shoes on (Shoes on)
Shooters make a lick like a new song (New song)
Hey (Bounce), hey (Bounce)
Know what we doin', turn me up
(Dime, what's happenin'?)
I'm on point and I'm fly as Aladdin (Aladdin)
I done made me some millions from rappin'
**** thought I was over, what happened?
Talk to 'em
[Chorus]
My shooter my brother like we all got the same dad
I don't take it off, wear my chain like a name tag (Yeah)
Got up off my ass, went and got what I ain't have
That's why they mad, oh well, they can stay mad
Mama think I'm crazy, all these guns like an Arab
Stay in your lane, might crash tryna change paths
[Outro]
I wanna thank me for believin' in me
I wanna thank me for doin' all this hard work
I wanna thank me for havin' no days off
I wanna thank me for, for never quittin'
And I wanna thank me for just bein' me at all times
Written by: Kristopher Campbell, Phillip Stokes
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