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WTW
by Kevin Bape
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I don't check my phone when I wake up, it's a new day to get my cake up
Yo what's the word someone say some, i'm a young man I don't play dumb
Gotta get food on the table, got a lot of bros still struggling
Gotta get money on the table, how many m's we talking
Conversations with the money, she not offended or toxic
If I'm on the road and we on the road together the weather is tropic
They tryna treat us like fleas, I won't be another option
I gotta carry the torch, I gotta kinder the profit
Watch how I lick it and slide in, I built my image in silence
Bro got a whip he can't drive it, come from the south where it's violent
I'm in the field with a violin, that be some shit that I die with
I gotta cover the pain
Memory never the same
Never the same
Breaking down bread by the porch, still got dreams in Porsches
I know fiends, they had dreams, I don't wanna see those corpses
Baby got sadness on her face, mind if I wipe that for you
I been gone, I been away, I been out here grinding for you
I don't check my phone when I wake up, it's a new day to get my cake up
Yo what's the word someone say some, i'm a young man I don't play dumb
Gotta get food on the table, got a lot of bros still struggling
Gotta get money on the table, how many m's we talking
I don't check my phone when I wake up, it's a new day to get my cake up
Yo what's the word someone say some, i'm a young man I don't play dumb
Gotta get food on the table, got a lot of bros still struggling
Gotta get money on the table, how many m's we talking
Conversations with the money, she not offended or toxic
If I'm on the road and we on the road together the weather is tropic
They tryna treat us like fleas, I won't be another option
I gotta carry the torch, I gotta kinder the profit
Watch how I lick it and slide in, I built my image in silence
Bro got a whip he can't drive it, come from the south where it's violent
I'm in the field with a violin, that be some shit that I die with
I gotta cover the pain
Memory never the same
Never the same
Breaking down bread by the porch, still got dreams in Porsches
I know fiends, they had dreams, I don't wanna see those corpses
Baby got sadness on her face, mind if I wipe that for you
I been gone, I been away, I been out here grinding for you
I don't check my phone when I wake up, it's a new day to get my cake up
Yo what's the word someone say some, i'm a young man I don't play dumb
Gotta get food on the table, got a lot of bros still struggling
Gotta get money on the table, how many m's we talking
