Lyrics

They say that all I rap about is Bathing Ape and smoking weed But last year, man, that shit was just a dream for me And all these rappers act like this just don't mean shit to me But understand that I appreciate what I achieve Headed to the coast, I propose a toast Got gorillas on my coat, just might pull up in the ghost With them butterfly doors going way up Asking 'bout a feature, little boy, you better pay up, straight up No, I ain't look up to nobody I ain't in the club 'cause I'm a home-body, ooh I'm just smokin', watching Netflix Go get you some money, boy, stop crying 'bout your ex-bitch And if it's meant to be then let it happen, ay Diamonds on me dancing, yeah I feel like Michael Jackson If you headed home from work, stuck in five o'clock traffic Just remember, I'm the proof that if you want it, you can have it, ay And they say, "Oli, you deserve it" I crack that Cigarillo then I'm rollin' up that purple They sleepin' on your boy, I think they sippin' too much syrup While you was getting faded, homie I was out here working, yah, yah, yah 'Cause thing's gon' change and nothing gold can stay I'm back to my old ways, that's Henny with Bombay You know it, I'm always gon' be here for my mates Tomorrow's another day so tonight we gon' celebrate There are no guarantees in life Not for the present, nor for the future There are no guarantees in life Not for the present, nor for the future
Writer(s): Alexander Francis Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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