[Swae Lee:] Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (My Momma always said) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules (My Momma always said aye, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules
[2 Chainz:] I'm from the hood, it's evident Used to sell drugs at my residence Stayed in section 8 with relatives Opportunity knockin' I let them in I don put voices on everything I left them all like Ginobili And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon come console me I pray my momma quit smokin' And my dad gotta get focused I gotta table full of ace of spades I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh) Ain't heard a word from my old friends Heard they wanna kick my doors in I done load up the 2-2-3 I'm so high they might call the goaltend, yeah Lord knows, stash work in the console So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door Ball on me like the Sun on me Gettin' this bread she said dropped crumbs on me Walked in the club and got ones only Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only Raised by single parent Black Women They call me Tity Boi cause she used to spoil me She always told me
[Swae Lee:] Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (My Momma always said) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules (My Momma always said aye, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules
[2 Chainz:] Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled Most of my partnas got charges And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges Trappin' up outta the college I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana Raised by a single parent black woman They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me
[Swae Lee:] Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do (Yeah) I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules (My Momma always said aye, damn) Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rulesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
