What Songtext
Amore, te amo
(You ruin everything)
They love to act like I'm not around
I ain't trippin', I'm holdin' myself down
Ain't no reason to have no more meltdowns
Had to pick myself up when I felt down
I cannot lose when I bet on myself
Had to get myself hot when that temperature failed
I had thought about life when I sat in that jail
(You ruin everything)
They love to act like I'm not around
I ain't trippin', I'm holdin' myself down
Ain't no reason to have no more meltdowns
Had to pick myself up when I felt down
I cannot lose when I bet on myself
Had to get myself hot when that temperature failed
I had thought about life when I sat in that jail
I had people that helped and people that laughed at me like Chappelle, what?
Yeah, make it make sense, I feel like I'm Prince, these hoes love me
I cannot worry about money, I'm stayin' consistent, I know I got Os comin'
I been seein' some shit in my dreams, it's makin' me scared
This shit I be goin' through, really embarassin'
Prayin' my enemies parish and prayin' I get some more time to cherish the people I love
All of my niggas, they ready for war, they gon' jump out the barracks and flip like the Berrics
I'm the one makin' a wave and it's really apparent
He like to copy like parrot
I'm tryna get me a wife and have kids, and get married
I want the Bimmer canary
I cannot go out broke
I rather die and get buried
What? (Huh)
Nigga, what? (Huh)
Nigga, what? (Ru—)
What? (Huh)
Nigga, what? (Huh)
Nigga, what?
I had to find me a plug to run on
I was just lookin' for hundreds to thumb on
My brother said he got a play, I said, "Come on"
My Glocky been ready and itchin' to unload
Lately, I been wakin' up to some fine shit
The money find me, I don't find shit
My shawty a ten, on some dime shit
And her body on AriTheDon shit
What?
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
What? (What? What?)
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
What? (What? What?)
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
What? (What? What?)
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
Yeah, make it make sense, I feel like I'm Prince, these hoes love me
I cannot worry about money, I'm stayin' consistent, I know I got Os comin'
I been seein' some shit in my dreams, it's makin' me scared
This shit I be goin' through, really embarassin'
Prayin' my enemies parish and prayin' I get some more time to cherish the people I love
All of my niggas, they ready for war, they gon' jump out the barracks and flip like the Berrics
I'm the one makin' a wave and it's really apparent
He like to copy like parrot
I'm tryna get me a wife and have kids, and get married
I want the Bimmer canary
I cannot go out broke
I rather die and get buried
What? (Huh)
Nigga, what? (Huh)
Nigga, what? (Ru—)
What? (Huh)
Nigga, what? (Huh)
Nigga, what?
I had to find me a plug to run on
I was just lookin' for hundreds to thumb on
My brother said he got a play, I said, "Come on"
My Glocky been ready and itchin' to unload
Lately, I been wakin' up to some fine shit
The money find me, I don't find shit
My shawty a ten, on some dime shit
And her body on AriTheDon shit
What?
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
What? (What? What?)
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
What? (What? What?)
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
What? (What? What?)
Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?
