Lyrics
(Aye Jay, hol up punch me in)
Hol' up
Hol' up
Louder
Woah
Hey
I can make a plate but I don't even really cook
Realer than I look
All the L's I took
All the shit I learned
All the pape I earned
All the opps be hating cause they see the cash I burned
Running to that money pass the sticks we taking turns
If my nigga say he need it I'm gon get it no concern
I shed tears I lost a check but that shit turned me to a man
I got brothers, I got dogs, but I aint got no fucking friends
She say she love me,
She don't love me she just want what's in my pants
If she stay down and don't switch, I might fly her out to France
I can't say I did this shit alone and X out on my mans'
They don't know just how it feels
To have that world up in yo hands (woah)
(Hey) I can't abuse it or lose it
The money or these hoes boy you know which one I'm choosin'
Uppin' on the gram, but in real life they be losing
His bitch seen us boy, and you know which one she chosing
(Reno baby)
I don't need no hello, don't need help from hello Elohim
Aye that pussy righteous and I know that cause it smell so clean
Got godliness all in my jeans, condoms in my jeans
If y'all got problems how I speak just take that shit up with my team
Jay, Cartiér, Merino man that's what they choosin'
I made a whole lotta problems, not even got excuse 'em
Aye see a muse, that's too amusing
I used to schmooze now I got two choosin'
Who losing
Aye losing
Cool cat that's twin no siamese
Bringing boombap back this him, yes I am he
Yes I can see how you moving yeah you eyeing me
Come face the heights with me that petty shit can't trifle me (Woo)
I can make a plate but I don't even really cook
Realer than I look
All the L's I took
All the shit I learned
All the pape I earned
All the opps be hating cause they see the cash I burned (Al-Right)
Running to that money pass the sticks we taking turns
If my nigga say he need it I'm gon get it no concern
I shed tears I lost a check but that shit turned me to a man
I got brothers, I got dogs, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I got brothers, I got dogs, but I ain't got no fucking friends
Writer(s): Edgar Key Jr, Eli Blackledge, Stephen Jay Dashiff
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