Lyrics:
just like I'm strapped with the shottie
I'm in the mansion, VIP, while you sit back in the lobby (agh)
And ima send my youngin at ya the people gimme
caught me a bass
We thought it was three
Might call me Roy, but I am the king
What do I do? I rule everything
I'm drippin' so hard, bitch, look at my
better stop complaining
Take them orders
See I'm focused
But I notice
Everybody living for they self
I can die alone
Cuz simply I was born by
living for they self
I can die alone
Cuz simply I was born by myself
I’m the oldest where the help
Ain’t none
Imma grind go and get it
Stay the fuck about
advanced, I need all my advances
Bro hit me up for cash like we didn't have the same chances
My Dad hit me up like, why I don't live in a mansion?
I'm
the same and yeah I'm guilty of a lot
But you're pathalogical with the prepensity to lie
That's the difference between you and I
I got nothing to hide
I'm
again, I'ma scream
While I'm projectile vomitin'
What do I look like, a comedian to you?
Do you think that I'm kiddin'?
What do I look like, some kind
Listen, girls wanna fuck with me
I do not fuck for free
I am a different breed
That's why they study me
Different strokes, different folks
Look good and I'm
And now we kick up
By the mansions
Link wit all my dawgs
We get shit popping
Boy it's madness
I started with a dream
Took it far with a passion
Always kept
the rainbow be they new precipice
Yet they calling me insensitive
Know they trading my life for commas
Look in the class, they breath in sexonomics
None
at me and tell me what you in this truck for
$pitta brings Chevys out all summer
Winter I'm a slam in the H1 Hummer
95 Air Max, dope runners
Shows
can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still
now, first, yea I had to do my chores
Met a cougar and she told call anatomy your ma
Even though I'm a minor I can do what a major bring in two
Any
of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the future
on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve
on the floor all
Over the mansion
You can never hate me
You say I'm entrancing
Wanna fall for you
But you're so demanding
Knife up to my neck
Yet we're still
the kings and soldiers wasn't what I promised
What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures
up -aye look-
They tell me dog that's too risky for a lifestyle
But whats reward without risk
That's my lifestyle
When it comes to trading
In this
again, I'ma scream
While I'm projectile vomitin'
What do I look like, a comedian to you?
Do you think that I'm kiddin'?
What do I look like, some kind
leaving cause' i ain't got time for they shit
I know one day I'll look back but by then I know ima be rich
Sitting in my big ass mansion and with no one
for granted, you know how we rockin'
I made it look easy, like "Straight Outta Compton"
And now I'm on go ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin'
You seen
by my side
Look at me again
Tell me not to worry 'bout it
How many times have I tried
To see what's in sight
To stay up all night
And leave the blinds
niggas trading war stories
I'm from the city where they banging over territories
Catch a shot up top for being disloyal
Southside motherfucker when we ride
When you need it, I'm gon' be there (You gon end up back wit me anyway)
Why you want to look for love in all the wrong places
Tell me what you want
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