Lil Tnns - Prada G Lyrics

Hell yeah we some Prada Gangsters
Not the bloods nor the crips, but we drowning in that paper
Well, you can call me a prodigy
And I'm always beasting on the rise, like yeast and Andre Kirk Agassi
AKA, don't cross my Prada gang, else you go see
Sorry, sorry, excuse me, sir...
Pleasure to meet you, sir
Sir, are you Neil Armstrong
Guess what, I don't f*ck with Apollo Gs
For every Prada G, there's a G who can't make rent
For every Agassi, there's a Taylor Dent
Easy to overlook trouble, when you're busy staring at greatness
Hard to stand seeing an uneducated has been, when his name isn't faceless
No, I don't f*ck with apologies
Seems like every pros a prodigy
Least that's what they would, like you to believe
But what if it wasn't so Black And White, so plain and bleak
What if it was more like Red, Yellow and Green
Stop, you lost the match these little kids is better than you
Slow down, Made the semi-final
Then lost in a three setter, that's true
Go, go go go go go go go
Now you in yo prime, and there, ain't nobody better than you
For every Prada G, there's a G who can't make rent
For every Agassi, there's a Taylor Dent
Easy to overlook trouble, when you're busy staring at greatness
Hard to stand seeing an uneducated has been, when his name isn't faceless
What if the best tennis players didn't have so much in common
Then my Prada gangsters, would trade in their shades, for a Louis Vuitton tint
Weekend Warriors tryna climb the mountain
If you can't get to the, top, just enjoy the ride then
3.5 to 4.0 to 4.5
Maybe I'd be a 5.0, if they let us play best of 5
I'd sure like to think so, cause the rest of em wouldn't even survive
And I would win some more, so don't even be trying to test my pride.
For every Prada G, there's a G who can't make rent
For every Agassi, there's a Taylor Dent
Easy to overlook trouble, when you're busy staring at greatness
Hard to stand seeing an uneducated has been, when his name isn't faceless