Boyygood - WWUA Lyrics

Yeah, uh, all these so-called gangsters in my city never showing up
I listen to your music and it sounds like y'all be dangerous
Rap cappin' every time
I'ma serve myself a caviar over the finish line
Young boy good as in his prime
And I don't even like that seafood, I'm on my broccoli
But all I see is jealousy, that's all I see, honestly
And music ain't just what I'm tryna do, it's what I'm tryna be
But all I see is jealousy, that's all I see, honestly
And it's the first time I really felt good in a long time
Every time I listen to myself, I hear angels
God tellin' me I'm better than all of these waste niggas
You can't compare to me, you need practice and better taste, nigga
Where was you at when we was broke back in them old days
They showin' love, cause now we racked up and gettin' paid
Congratulations, now everybody say I'm they fave, and it's gon' stay that way
Where was you at when we had nothin', tryna make it up
Where was you at when we was listenin' to fake love
Where was you at when we was grindin', tryna make it through
Now that we here, know that we made it all without you
We did what we had to do
Came through bendin' all the rules
I was born a leader, I was never meant to follow you
I move at my own pace
I ain't got no free time, no showin' up to show face
Now we countin' up money, when countin', don't leave out nothin
No, I don't need no teacher, and that's the end of the discussion
Winner takes all, if I'm winning, it ain't too much
And if you can't beat him, then join him, come f*ck with us
Where was you at when we was in the streets, grindin' with the rap
Where was you at when all the opps was tryna take us off the map
Where was you at when we was dealin' with these motherf*ckin' rats
Where was you at, cause now we here and we be runnin' up the laps
That bitch be trippin' if she thinkin' I'm a simp for her
You know I'm toxic, I turn that hoe nymfo
She say she love the way I don't know how to show love
I tell her damn straight, baby, I'm just tryna f*ck
Where was you at when we had nothin', tryna make it up
Where was you at when we was listenin' to fake love
Where was you at when we was grindin', tryna make it through
Now that we here, know that we made it all without you
Yeah, uh, all these so-called gangsters in my city never showing up
I listen to your music and it sounds like y'all be dangerous
Rap cappin' every time
I'ma serve myself a caviar over the finish line
Young boy good as in his prime
And I don't even like that seafood, I'm on my broccoli
But all I see is jealousy, that's all I see, honestly
And music ain't just what I'm tryna do, it's what I'm tryna be
But all I see is jealousy, that's all I see, honestly