Oh shit Derby
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
All my life, I had to fight like Sophia
But it's me versus me so the whole time I'm getting beat up
Feeling like I am on the same boat that rocked Aaliyah
It's ironic as I lay my head my dream is just to be up
I been on the motherf*cking edge nigga push me, (please) push me
I bet you ain't gonna do it
You smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy
Niggas hating cuz I'm where they could be
But six feet under is where I should be
Nobody understood me
Thinking about my old ways
I used to throw the hands
Gave a f*ck bout young or old age
Close cuts and low fades
Polo shirts with no name
All we smoked was loud, we ain't call our weed by no strain
What the f*ck is fentanyl?
Blunts was laced with cocaine
Chinese food for supper, orange chicken and some lo mein
Niggas pockets full, but got the hottest bitch, with no game
I know OG's that's still trapping at their old age
Shit I'm just trying to win
I'm not trying to be like them
We took too many losses look at all the bread we spent
Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit (top my shit)
Shout out to Derby
Just trying to win
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga
Whatever
Woah, pressure
This feel like that 50 Cent 99 how to rob shit
Mama on me telling me nigga go get a job shit
Nine to fives wasn't hiring that made us rob shit
Crown Fried for dinner you know wing and a thigh shit
Mama bought us clothes, our reaction, it's not no fly shit
With five dollars, that's a nick bag or burger and fry shit
Sitting in class nodding off, I was on some high shit
I lost a lot of homies but they never leave my conscience
Them shots started clapping like acne how they broke out
Hard to see us, tent no less than five percent when we roll out
If I got it I split it with family, I don't hold out
Police investigating bout action that I don't know bout
Couple bodies done got straightened like a blowout
I ain't never been there they just told me that shit sold out
Her nose sniffing, she start acting different when the coke round
Used to front back when they had it
Fast forward niggas broke now
I'm just trying to win
I'm not trying to be like them
We done took too many losses look at all the bread we spent
Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit
It's mother f*cking 2024 and I'm bout to grind nigga
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
Whatever
Woah, pressure
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Oh shit Derby
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
All my life, I had to fight like Sophia
But it's me versus me so the whole time I'm getting beat up
Feeling like I am on the same boat that rocked Aaliyah
It's ironic as I lay my head my dream is just to be up
I been on the motherf*cking edge nigga push me, (please) push me
I bet you ain't gonna do it
You smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy
Niggas hating cuz I'm where they could be
But six feet under is where I should be
Nobody understood me
Thinking about my old ways
I used to throw the hands
Gave a f*ck bout young or old age
Close cuts and low fades
Polo shirts with no name
All we smoked was loud, we ain't call our weed by no strain
What the f*ck is fentanyl?
Blunts was laced with cocaine
Chinese food for supper, orange chicken and some lo mein
Niggas pockets full, but got the hottest bitch, with no game
I know OG's that's still trapping at their old age
Shit I'm just trying to win
I'm not trying to be like them
We took too many losses look at all the bread we spent
Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit (top my shit)
Shout out to Derby
Just trying to win
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga
Whatever
Woah, pressure
This feel like that 50 Cent 99 how to rob shit
Mama on me telling me nigga go get a job shit
Nine to fives wasn't hiring that made us rob shit
Crown Fried for dinner you know wing and a thigh shit
Mama bought us clothes, our reaction, it's not no fly shit
With five dollars, that's a nick bag or burger and fry shit
Sitting in class nodding off, I was on some high shit
I lost a lot of homies but they never leave my conscience
Them shots started clapping like acne how they broke out
Hard to see us, tent no less than five percent when we roll out
If I got it I split it with family, I don't hold out
Police investigating bout action that I don't know bout
Couple bodies done got straightened like a blowout
I ain't never been there they just told me that shit sold out
Her nose sniffing, she start acting different when the coke round
Used to front back when they had it
Fast forward niggas broke now
I'm just trying to win
I'm not trying to be like them
We done took too many losses look at all the bread we spent
Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit
It's mother f*cking 2024 and I'm bout to grind nigga
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
Whatever
Woah, pressure
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
All my life, I had to fight like Sophia
But it's me versus me so the whole time I'm getting beat up
Feeling like I am on the same boat that rocked Aaliyah
It's ironic as I lay my head my dream is just to be up
I been on the motherf*cking edge nigga push me, (please) push me
I bet you ain't gonna do it
You smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy
Niggas hating cuz I'm where they could be
But six feet under is where I should be
Nobody understood me
Thinking about my old ways
I used to throw the hands
Gave a f*ck bout young or old age
Close cuts and low fades
Polo shirts with no name
All we smoked was loud, we ain't call our weed by no strain
What the f*ck is fentanyl?
Blunts was laced with cocaine
Chinese food for supper, orange chicken and some lo mein
Niggas pockets full, but got the hottest bitch, with no game
I know OG's that's still trapping at their old age
Shit I'm just trying to win
I'm not trying to be like them
We took too many losses look at all the bread we spent
Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit (top my shit)
Shout out to Derby
Just trying to win
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga
Whatever
Woah, pressure
This feel like that 50 Cent 99 how to rob shit
Mama on me telling me nigga go get a job shit
Nine to fives wasn't hiring that made us rob shit
Crown Fried for dinner you know wing and a thigh shit
Mama bought us clothes, our reaction, it's not no fly shit
With five dollars, that's a nick bag or burger and fry shit
Sitting in class nodding off, I was on some high shit
I lost a lot of homies but they never leave my conscience
Them shots started clapping like acne how they broke out
Hard to see us, tent no less than five percent when we roll out
If I got it I split it with family, I don't hold out
Police investigating bout action that I don't know bout
Couple bodies done got straightened like a blowout
I ain't never been there they just told me that shit sold out
Her nose sniffing, she start acting different when the coke round
Used to front back when they had it
Fast forward niggas broke now
I'm just trying to win
I'm not trying to be like them
We done took too many losses look at all the bread we spent
Like a baby in a diaper I'm gonna get on top my shit
It's mother f*cking 2024 and I'm bout to grind nigga
Uh, huh huh
Too many, too many
Trying to win, uh
Too many losses
Whatever
Woah, pressure
Writer: Darius House, David Brewster Jr.
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid