Son...
Yeah
Hail yah
Yea, he don't know Shete
I endured this
Ballon d'or Shete
Yea, Superstar Shete
Who done got this?
Who can walk this?
Yeah, Belly down!
Yeah, I don't wan' hear shit
Still around
No mundane shit
Don't need no validation
And they're still salivating
And I'm not around
Yeah, I'm with my east side gentlemen
Yeah she's inviting me
Yeah, enticing me
Awhhh Shete...
Hah' are these witches huh?
(Yeah)
Yeah, I'm belly down-down
Yeah, barely down south
Yeah she barely found out
Yeah she barely cried out
Said I'm belly down-down
Yea I'm barely down south
West side...
(You ain't t-t-t-t-tell me all that...)
(News, another classmate died... OH JUSTIIIIN OHHHHH JUSTIN, I knew Justin...)