Oh, this world's gonna hurt you
How long can this go on
Where did we go wrong
Ha, ha, ha, ha
You don't want to know
I'm still in fashion
I'm still in fashion
What was it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Stuck in the back of the class, kicked out the class hoop
Ay, no Fonto on bamboo
Ay, day dreaming a travel life, a niggas stay on the move
Stuck in my city, can't leave
This shit could resemble a tomb
Hate when you making a move
Love when you begging with nothing
Hate when you making it through
I got some money right now
Niggas ain't taking it too
Niggas ain't taking a what
Nah, told them I'm one of a kind
It's funny
Laughing at me, can't stop me
Show improve production, Manufacture the budget
Bumble a couple of thousand, but Trust me, it's nothing
Rook and bid, be I run it
Number train, no letter, no shelter
To the bid, be I love it, can't fail it
QP from the plug, can't sell it
Smell good all day, no Reggie
Gucci boy, but the bitch can't smell It
Ha, yeah
See, I live in cold
Bitches come and they go
Heart of grind, too brittle
Kid not even that old
Niggas talking in riddles
Now leave a hole in the gold
Wait, got me up in that mold
Wait, with the bros in the highway
Hope the nightlife go the right way, Not the sideways
Mama, come to my place
Niggas with that ride, ride, get Stepped on
And slept on in the hallway with the Hard face
You was soft, now you hard baked
Ay, all gas, no hard brakes
Say less, no parlays
I done seen niggas talk shit like all Day
Get ran down on Broadway
Birthday suit and broad day
Bring that spice like sorbet
Big bro on offense, gonna leave you In that coffin
And you all safe
Call up flow, leave all state
Bring that smoke in all states
I'm two-tone like Kevin Gates
Like Pastor Mace, like Gemini's
I'm Master Drake's
That bougie kid can hit your face
Ay, leave your faceless
I ain't the type to say shit
And I'm above the basic
Keep the fake tits
Shit don't make sense
All that money all in
Enter that money, come in
Nigga
Uh
I don't care y'all shit, man
One and only
You already know
Honey, key, whatever you want to
How you feel
Uh
Niggas with that ride, ride, get Stepped on
And slept on in the hallway with the Hard face
You was soft, now you hard baked
Ay, all gas, no hard brakes
Say less, no parlays
Honestly, niggas talk shit like all day
Get rammed down on Broadway
Perfect suit and broad day
Bring that spice like Solveig
Big bro on offense
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Oh, this world's gonna hurt you
How long can this go on
Where did we go wrong
Ha, ha, ha, ha
You don't want to know
I'm still in fashion
I'm still in fashion
What was it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Stuck in the back of the class, kicked out the class hoop
Ay, no Fonto on bamboo
Ay, day dreaming a travel life, a niggas stay on the move
Stuck in my city, can't leave
This shit could resemble a tomb
Hate when you making a move
Love when you begging with nothing
Hate when you making it through
I got some money right now
Niggas ain't taking it too
Niggas ain't taking a what
Nah, told them I'm one of a kind
It's funny
Laughing at me, can't stop me
Show improve production, Manufacture the budget
Bumble a couple of thousand, but Trust me, it's nothing
Rook and bid, be I run it
Number train, no letter, no shelter
To the bid, be I love it, can't fail it
QP from the plug, can't sell it
Smell good all day, no Reggie
Gucci boy, but the bitch can't smell It
Ha, yeah
See, I live in cold
Bitches come and they go
Heart of grind, too brittle
Kid not even that old
Niggas talking in riddles
Now leave a hole in the gold
Wait, got me up in that mold
Wait, with the bros in the highway
Hope the nightlife go the right way, Not the sideways
Mama, come to my place
Niggas with that ride, ride, get Stepped on
And slept on in the hallway with the Hard face
You was soft, now you hard baked
Ay, all gas, no hard brakes
Say less, no parlays
I done seen niggas talk shit like all Day
Get ran down on Broadway
Birthday suit and broad day
Bring that spice like sorbet
Big bro on offense, gonna leave you In that coffin
And you all safe
Call up flow, leave all state
Bring that smoke in all states
I'm two-tone like Kevin Gates
Like Pastor Mace, like Gemini's
I'm Master Drake's
That bougie kid can hit your face
Ay, leave your faceless
I ain't the type to say shit
And I'm above the basic
Keep the fake tits
Shit don't make sense
All that money all in
Enter that money, come in
Nigga
Uh
I don't care y'all shit, man
One and only
You already know
Honey, key, whatever you want to
How you feel
Uh
Niggas with that ride, ride, get Stepped on
And slept on in the hallway with the Hard face
You was soft, now you hard baked
Ay, all gas, no hard brakes
Say less, no parlays
Honestly, niggas talk shit like all day
Get rammed down on Broadway
Perfect suit and broad day
Bring that spice like Solveig
Big bro on offense
How long can this go on
Where did we go wrong
Ha, ha, ha, ha
You don't want to know
I'm still in fashion
I'm still in fashion
What was it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Stuck in the back of the class, kicked out the class hoop
Ay, no Fonto on bamboo
Ay, day dreaming a travel life, a niggas stay on the move
Stuck in my city, can't leave
This shit could resemble a tomb
Hate when you making a move
Love when you begging with nothing
Hate when you making it through
I got some money right now
Niggas ain't taking it too
Niggas ain't taking a what
Nah, told them I'm one of a kind
It's funny
Laughing at me, can't stop me
Show improve production, Manufacture the budget
Bumble a couple of thousand, but Trust me, it's nothing
Rook and bid, be I run it
Number train, no letter, no shelter
To the bid, be I love it, can't fail it
QP from the plug, can't sell it
Smell good all day, no Reggie
Gucci boy, but the bitch can't smell It
Ha, yeah
See, I live in cold
Bitches come and they go
Heart of grind, too brittle
Kid not even that old
Niggas talking in riddles
Now leave a hole in the gold
Wait, got me up in that mold
Wait, with the bros in the highway
Hope the nightlife go the right way, Not the sideways
Mama, come to my place
Niggas with that ride, ride, get Stepped on
And slept on in the hallway with the Hard face
You was soft, now you hard baked
Ay, all gas, no hard brakes
Say less, no parlays
I done seen niggas talk shit like all Day
Get ran down on Broadway
Birthday suit and broad day
Bring that spice like sorbet
Big bro on offense, gonna leave you In that coffin
And you all safe
Call up flow, leave all state
Bring that smoke in all states
I'm two-tone like Kevin Gates
Like Pastor Mace, like Gemini's
I'm Master Drake's
That bougie kid can hit your face
Ay, leave your faceless
I ain't the type to say shit
And I'm above the basic
Keep the fake tits
Shit don't make sense
All that money all in
Enter that money, come in
Nigga
Uh
I don't care y'all shit, man
One and only
You already know
Honey, key, whatever you want to
How you feel
Uh
Niggas with that ride, ride, get Stepped on
And slept on in the hallway with the Hard face
You was soft, now you hard baked
Ay, all gas, no hard brakes
Say less, no parlays
Honestly, niggas talk shit like all day
Get rammed down on Broadway
Perfect suit and broad day
Bring that spice like Solveig
Big bro on offense
Writer: Rondel King
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid