Mauve jackets
Crescent with the star patches
Good lord, this the reason that the God snatched us
I'm charging all taxes, I'm chasing Forbes
Chasing all action
Stood tall, I'm stacking up like four mattress
I'm pau gasol actually
It's not fair
This nigga Kayo walked into this bitch sat right in my chair
He's got ego, he's the type to take the light and not share
He's a god but he the type to not respond to my prayers
Thought I told yall sit tight and keep the summer right there
Vision tunnel I swear
Kayo humble I swear
She's fine but she gone have to leave her number right there
Play it dummy I swear
Just like mummy I swear
Keep it under wraps
I just ran my 100th lap
Those ain't Rolex diamonds wtf you done to that?
And if the family fold up, I'll have a son and run it back
And he gone run it like his daddy if it have to come to that
God damn
I'm hardly ever outside, unless we talking ownership or house size
See I was just a outlier
God heard my outcries
Ran through my insoles, from drenched clothes and temp jobs
To steak and then french fries
This how I repent God
This how I make up for all my missteps
I go to bat to get my girl back like she ain't been left
She'll come around it's not for me to fret
I'm patient til the day that she gone need a check
When misfortune strikes you look to me to step
The album did 100 in a short while, the mixtape out sold in its fourth hour
God got my collar in his force now
Hand to hand like a bad child
The days when I would act out
I just had a dreamed that called for being an ass sometimes
Cus niggas know the answer to the shit they ask sometimes
And I broke my leg to give niggas my last sometimes
But this the last sometime,
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English
Mauve jackets
Crescent with the star patches
Good lord, this the reason that the God snatched us
I'm charging all taxes, I'm chasing Forbes
Chasing all action
Stood tall, I'm stacking up like four mattress
I'm pau gasol actually
It's not fair
This nigga Kayo walked into this bitch sat right in my chair
He's got ego, he's the type to take the light and not share
He's a god but he the type to not respond to my prayers
Thought I told yall sit tight and keep the summer right there
Vision tunnel I swear
Kayo humble I swear
She's fine but she gone have to leave her number right there
Play it dummy I swear
Just like mummy I swear
Keep it under wraps
I just ran my 100th lap
Those ain't Rolex diamonds wtf you done to that?
And if the family fold up, I'll have a son and run it back
And he gone run it like his daddy if it have to come to that
God damn
I'm hardly ever outside, unless we talking ownership or house size
See I was just a outlier
God heard my outcries
Ran through my insoles, from drenched clothes and temp jobs
To steak and then french fries
This how I repent God
This how I make up for all my missteps
I go to bat to get my girl back like she ain't been left
She'll come around it's not for me to fret
I'm patient til the day that she gone need a check
When misfortune strikes you look to me to step
The album did 100 in a short while, the mixtape out sold in its fourth hour
God got my collar in his force now
Hand to hand like a bad child
The days when I would act out
I just had a dreamed that called for being an ass sometimes
Cus niggas know the answer to the shit they ask sometimes
And I broke my leg to give niggas my last sometimes
But this the last sometime,
Crescent with the star patches
Good lord, this the reason that the God snatched us
I'm charging all taxes, I'm chasing Forbes
Chasing all action
Stood tall, I'm stacking up like four mattress
I'm pau gasol actually
It's not fair
This nigga Kayo walked into this bitch sat right in my chair
He's got ego, he's the type to take the light and not share
He's a god but he the type to not respond to my prayers
Thought I told yall sit tight and keep the summer right there
Vision tunnel I swear
Kayo humble I swear
She's fine but she gone have to leave her number right there
Play it dummy I swear
Just like mummy I swear
Keep it under wraps
I just ran my 100th lap
Those ain't Rolex diamonds wtf you done to that?
And if the family fold up, I'll have a son and run it back
And he gone run it like his daddy if it have to come to that
God damn
I'm hardly ever outside, unless we talking ownership or house size
See I was just a outlier
God heard my outcries
Ran through my insoles, from drenched clothes and temp jobs
To steak and then french fries
This how I repent God
This how I make up for all my missteps
I go to bat to get my girl back like she ain't been left
She'll come around it's not for me to fret
I'm patient til the day that she gone need a check
When misfortune strikes you look to me to step
The album did 100 in a short while, the mixtape out sold in its fourth hour
God got my collar in his force now
Hand to hand like a bad child
The days when I would act out
I just had a dreamed that called for being an ass sometimes
Cus niggas know the answer to the shit they ask sometimes
And I broke my leg to give niggas my last sometimes
But this the last sometime,
Writer: Luqman Muhammad, Lamont Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC