We just want to make everyone understand the songs lyrics. "Important: We don't own any of the songs. They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless Lay them on the fuckin' table, we got choicesĪnd if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices Now we get faded when we want, girl, we got choices Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his JordansĪnd flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix I used to roam around the town when I was homeless
Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagonĪnd I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen Street anthems She tried to take a selfie at my Grandma's funeral My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual Tryna be at the wrong place at the right time When I had no crib, I guess you call that shit a miracle I'm just tryna live life through a new lensĭrivin' by the streets I used to walk through Man, I miss my city, man, it's been a minute (Been a minute)Ĭruise through the west-end in my new Benz (Ooh, woah) I'ma spend it all on bitches (On bitches) I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killin' I'm still rockin' camo and still roll with shooters I'm talkin' 'bout the ones from the beginnin' (Oh, oh, oh)ĭon't believe the rumors, bitch, I'm still a user I think these hoes deserve another fixin' (Fixin') This year I'ma focus on the vision (The vision) Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill I'm never rockin' white, I'm like a racistĭo an ounce, get some dick, tell her friends about it I do shit how I want, don't need no blessin' These niggas, they been doin' too much flexin'Īnd they about to call the wrong attentionĪnd I don't got no patience, no more testin' Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.Spotify: /track/1mhVXWduD8ReDwusfaHNwU?si=f7d69c6f1566440a Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Carl Marshall, Carlo Montagnese, Che Pope, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Noah Goldstein, Robert Holmes Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, living life so trill If they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices Leave 'em on the fucking table, we got choices Now we get faded when we want girl, we got choices Me and my Lamar would rob a nigga for his JordansĪnd flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix I was broken, I was broke, I was so broke Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems She tried to take a selfie at my grandmas funeral Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, sipping XO When I had no crib I guess you call that shit I've been through I'm just trynna live life through a new lensĭriving by the streets I used to walk through I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killingĪnd I miss my city man it's been a minuteĬruise through the west-end in my new Benz I'm still rocking camo, I still roll with shooters Talking about the racks that we be gettingĭon't believe the rumours bitch, I'm still a user I think these hounds deserve another fixin'
Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, living life, so true Go tell them what you know, what you seen I'm never rocking white, I'm like a racistĭo an ounce get some dick, tell your friends about it Nobody stopping us, cause we been destined
I do shit how I want, don't need no blessing These niggas they been doing too much flexingĪnd I ain't got no patience, no more testing
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