(Yeah)
I done came a long way up from the bottom (Yeah)
Now we the topic of every town
It's just me and big Jace
Don't need no right hand don't need no twin
Me n bro we pull up on you, shoot up you and your kin
And I been on my knees
Father God forgive me my sins
20 bands for the verse
His mama still crying ,it's 20 the hearse
Now the Wesson, got your family crying they hurt
He forgotten, yea that boy six feet in the dirt (ye-eah)
Do a show in Ibiza
Sip the VSOP by the litre
It's been 8 days straight, my piss looking yellow
I been sipping champagne
I been playing the game
While you lil niggas jugging for fame
Thought I was destined to bang
But the Mazzi put me in a new lane
But the game gave me a whole other name
Boy at first they wouldn't look at my name
I miss my girls, I miss my lil thangs
Had to part ways boy I guess it was fate
But I still held on, I guess it was faith
Boy your designer clothes they bummy they fake
Don't talk bout my bro it'll start a debate
I got money don't care if they hate
I'm fed got food on my plate
I got wealth designer my back
Designer my bag (Weh)
Designer these bands (Euh)
Loubotin on my bottoms
Boy I'm the star used to be at the bottom
I'm just all bout my bread
Mr Krabs all bout my money
I bool with the bees im all bout my honey
In a pent top floor with two hoes I'm on honey
That's a pack
You lil niggas lame and that's a fact
I'm miss my wife, I miss my girl
On top of these diamonds I'd give you the world
If we ranking the best, I'm putting you first
If we ranking the worst, I'm putting you last
All these diamonds they reminding me bout my past
They last longer than my relations last
And they stronger, this really ain't glass
Man I really thought that we would last
It's been a whole while since I kicked down the cup
Since then, I really just been gassing up
Smoke a blunt with big bro, Hennessy in the cup
YDS we gorillas, them boys going up
I stayed silent for time I don't show off my pain
No umbrella I walked through the rain
On the music I'm spitting the pain
All the times I was feeling the shame
Now I'm back I'm a man
Me n bro riding round in a Range
Me n bro we done stuck to the plan
And I say this forever we counting these bands
I just need someone to fill my heart again
I been down with no oxygen
Smoke the gas smoke the pain away
I was down couldn't find a way
I was down I was missing Tay
I was down I was missing my gran'
I was down tryna make me a band
For my queen tryna be a better man
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(Yeah)
I done came a long way up from the bottom (Yeah)
Now we the topic of every town
It's just me and big Jace
Don't need no right hand don't need no twin
Me n bro we pull up on you, shoot up you and your kin
And I been on my knees
Father God forgive me my sins
20 bands for the verse
His mama still crying ,it's 20 the hearse
Now the Wesson, got your family crying they hurt
He forgotten, yea that boy six feet in the dirt (ye-eah)
Do a show in Ibiza
Sip the VSOP by the litre
It's been 8 days straight, my piss looking yellow
I been sipping champagne
I been playing the game
While you lil niggas jugging for fame
Thought I was destined to bang
But the Mazzi put me in a new lane
But the game gave me a whole other name
Boy at first they wouldn't look at my name
I miss my girls, I miss my lil thangs
Had to part ways boy I guess it was fate
But I still held on, I guess it was faith
Boy your designer clothes they bummy they fake
Don't talk bout my bro it'll start a debate
I got money don't care if they hate
I'm fed got food on my plate
I got wealth designer my back
Designer my bag (Weh)
Designer these bands (Euh)
Loubotin on my bottoms
Boy I'm the star used to be at the bottom
I'm just all bout my bread
Mr Krabs all bout my money
I bool with the bees im all bout my honey
In a pent top floor with two hoes I'm on honey
That's a pack
You lil niggas lame and that's a fact
I'm miss my wife, I miss my girl
On top of these diamonds I'd give you the world
If we ranking the best, I'm putting you first
If we ranking the worst, I'm putting you last
All these diamonds they reminding me bout my past
They last longer than my relations last
And they stronger, this really ain't glass
Man I really thought that we would last
It's been a whole while since I kicked down the cup
Since then, I really just been gassing up
Smoke a blunt with big bro, Hennessy in the cup
YDS we gorillas, them boys going up
I stayed silent for time I don't show off my pain
No umbrella I walked through the rain
On the music I'm spitting the pain
All the times I was feeling the shame
Now I'm back I'm a man
Me n bro riding round in a Range
Me n bro we done stuck to the plan
And I say this forever we counting these bands
I just need someone to fill my heart again
I been down with no oxygen
Smoke the gas smoke the pain away
I was down couldn't find a way
I was down I was missing Tay
I was down I was missing my gran'
I was down tryna make me a band
For my queen tryna be a better man
I done came a long way up from the bottom (Yeah)
Now we the topic of every town
It's just me and big Jace
Don't need no right hand don't need no twin
Me n bro we pull up on you, shoot up you and your kin
And I been on my knees
Father God forgive me my sins
20 bands for the verse
His mama still crying ,it's 20 the hearse
Now the Wesson, got your family crying they hurt
He forgotten, yea that boy six feet in the dirt (ye-eah)
Do a show in Ibiza
Sip the VSOP by the litre
It's been 8 days straight, my piss looking yellow
I been sipping champagne
I been playing the game
While you lil niggas jugging for fame
Thought I was destined to bang
But the Mazzi put me in a new lane
But the game gave me a whole other name
Boy at first they wouldn't look at my name
I miss my girls, I miss my lil thangs
Had to part ways boy I guess it was fate
But I still held on, I guess it was faith
Boy your designer clothes they bummy they fake
Don't talk bout my bro it'll start a debate
I got money don't care if they hate
I'm fed got food on my plate
I got wealth designer my back
Designer my bag (Weh)
Designer these bands (Euh)
Loubotin on my bottoms
Boy I'm the star used to be at the bottom
I'm just all bout my bread
Mr Krabs all bout my money
I bool with the bees im all bout my honey
In a pent top floor with two hoes I'm on honey
That's a pack
You lil niggas lame and that's a fact
I'm miss my wife, I miss my girl
On top of these diamonds I'd give you the world
If we ranking the best, I'm putting you first
If we ranking the worst, I'm putting you last
All these diamonds they reminding me bout my past
They last longer than my relations last
And they stronger, this really ain't glass
Man I really thought that we would last
It's been a whole while since I kicked down the cup
Since then, I really just been gassing up
Smoke a blunt with big bro, Hennessy in the cup
YDS we gorillas, them boys going up
I stayed silent for time I don't show off my pain
No umbrella I walked through the rain
On the music I'm spitting the pain
All the times I was feeling the shame
Now I'm back I'm a man
Me n bro riding round in a Range
Me n bro we done stuck to the plan
And I say this forever we counting these bands
I just need someone to fill my heart again
I been down with no oxygen
Smoke the gas smoke the pain away
I was down couldn't find a way
I was down I was missing Tay
I was down I was missing my gran'
I was down tryna make me a band
For my queen tryna be a better man
Writer: Richard Zvareva
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid