歌词

We are not the same Steezy on my fame Money, hoes, drama No cap to my commas Walking down the line Sipping on that lean Gucci on my jeans Nothing to my name Man, five hundred dollars on my Balenciagas A flock o' dudes in the day smokin' mar-i-ji-uana I'm outta room, baby mama Don't you wish I was smarter? Don't take me for a sucker Don't take me for a sucker now Los Angeles hustlers Los Angeles hustlers Don't break-a no code Don't break-a no code Los Angeles hustlers Los Angeles hustlers Don't break-a no code Don't break-a no code Car beaming bright Aim, lock, sight Feeling like a sad boi Trapped in disguise Highest in the Zoom call That's no surprise I think I gotta pro'lem But it ain't my pro'lem Tell my friends, "Relax, take a Xanax Sit back, relax, and chill the fuck out" I'm not the one who bites the hand that feeds you Jesus deluxe, the one I am who feeds you We are not the same Steezy on my fame Money, hoes, drama No cap to my commas Walking down the line Sipping on that lean Gucci on my jeans And nothing to my name now Los Angeles hustlers Los Angeles hustlers Don't break-a no code Don't break-a no code Los Angeles hustlers Los Angeles hustlers Don't break-a no code Don't break-a no code Sleepwalking down the streets Wade through the debris Hey! No I, no I, no I can't take it All these apparitions lookin' faceless (yeah) Y'all on some fake shit Sinking too deep, can't escape it L.A. to Toronto Screamin' out loud Like my name, Alejandro Goin' hard for the one time Livin' in the dark No time for the sunshine Eh, eh, e'ry motherfucker tryna at me Bad boys, buy new truck, no back seat Yo, I was, I was down when I dropped out Now I make money on tour or in lockdown I-, i-, if you gotta pro'lem, go and say somethin' I'm gonna act up No time, less patience (patience, patience, patience, patience...)
Writer(s): Tj Routon, Joe Mulherin, Alejandro Aranda Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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