Just a OD kid from the city yo I been at it all year, the residuals You been at it, always such a cynical Don't go fucking up my day with your ridicule Mama you don't have to tell me, I'm a boss now When you have it, all they do is mimic you When you have it, all they wanna do is finish you Niggas should've fucking played cool If you did, I probably would've made the same moves Problem is you probably would've been the same you But if all you wanna do is fuckin hate, cool
You can catch me and my shorty in the same coupe With a looney on the dash, feeling rave proof Still the same Johnny Rain, I just paid dues Don't hit me up when you see me out with Jay I ain't got nothing to say to you
Don't fuck up my wave (wave, wave, wave, wave) [x2]
Why you acting brand new with the physical? Still the same young dude, you don't feel it though? So dramatic all day with your ridicule I've been packing MJ, smooth criminal You was hating on me then, what's the dilly now? It was funny to you then, is it silly now? Cause you're single, with a baby, at your moms house I got the Roc now Glad i didn't save you You can catch us switching lanes in the same coupe Still the same OD, we don't change crews Don't hit me up when you see my family We ain't got nothing to say to you
Don't fuck up my wave (wave, wave, wave, wave) [x2]
[Part 2: Fruitless]
Just saw my ex Just saw my exes They made a left We made a left I never stress, they hardly exist But I'm way too petty, and my baby's so precious Her and my momma just got matching Benz's Don't know what's next Hopped out, no flex Birds come and go, they all regret this You need some wealth Align yourself
I might throw bread on top of one I might throw bread on top of one I might throw bread on top of one I need to show forgiveness I might throw bread on top of one I might throw bread on top of one I might throw bread on top of one Fuck it, no love for these pigeons
I was sent to do greatness Keep away with your fake bullshit I'm a legend in the making I can feel i'm bout to take it Everybody saying you the one, you the one We live in the matrix I'm tryna be
Just blew 150 in a month, the irony Jay hit my line, said we gone take what we want Well tell em all I want a million At least a milli for the melodies I remember i was selling trees I remember i was selling (work) Wishing we could have some better things Young nigga with a triple beam Young nigga with the medicine T-Mec was a magazine, white girls that do anything I swear that powder makes you lose your mind I was just finessing through the streets Back when I was only 17 Barely have a single memory Almost lost my sanity Now a nigga turning 23 I do it all just for the family (start the car and uh, i don't need a key) Whole squad full of vill-a-ins Was a cold muhfucka, still i is But that's just my hood Squad ain't even on payroll And they'll still get you if i say so What's good?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
