Rapping and trapping, a third world baby
Flipping then tripping up, was it only me?
Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy
Like, let me tell you something
Like, let me tell you something
My life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there
Worse than your worst sin but I shine like a motherf*cking diamond
Me and my pack in the marathon like a fugitive on the run
Too far to complete but too good to compete, it's a quick submission
I want Kawas Dior with Valentino sneakers
Problems galore; it's hard to be the encore
Born in the gutter
Bitch I hustle for my butter
These days against the leaders with no agenda
I need figures for my morning sativa
These days I gotta roll up, reach high up, apply some henny in our cup
Get f*cked up then we re-up 'til we goddamn passed out in the tub
Pop magical shrooms, you finna feel like doom's near
Visions of missiles got me feeling no religion and fear
Life is a joke when a stupid teenager got you next to his trigger
Homicide everywhere, we stuck, no way to get out of here
I said homicide everywhere, no way to get out of here
Rapping and trapping, a third world baby
Flipping then tripping up, was it only me?
Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy
Like, let me tell you something
Like, let me tell you something
My life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there
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Rapping and trapping, a third world baby
Flipping then tripping up, was it only me?
Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy
Like, let me tell you something
Like, let me tell you something
My life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there
Worse than your worst sin but I shine like a motherf*cking diamond
Me and my pack in the marathon like a fugitive on the run
Too far to complete but too good to compete, it's a quick submission
I want Kawas Dior with Valentino sneakers
Problems galore; it's hard to be the encore
Born in the gutter
Bitch I hustle for my butter
These days against the leaders with no agenda
I need figures for my morning sativa
These days I gotta roll up, reach high up, apply some henny in our cup
Get f*cked up then we re-up 'til we goddamn passed out in the tub
Pop magical shrooms, you finna feel like doom's near
Visions of missiles got me feeling no religion and fear
Life is a joke when a stupid teenager got you next to his trigger
Homicide everywhere, we stuck, no way to get out of here
I said homicide everywhere, no way to get out of here
Rapping and trapping, a third world baby
Flipping then tripping up, was it only me?
Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy
Like, let me tell you something
Like, let me tell you something
My life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there
Flipping then tripping up, was it only me?
Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy
Like, let me tell you something
Like, let me tell you something
My life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there
Worse than your worst sin but I shine like a motherf*cking diamond
Me and my pack in the marathon like a fugitive on the run
Too far to complete but too good to compete, it's a quick submission
I want Kawas Dior with Valentino sneakers
Problems galore; it's hard to be the encore
Born in the gutter
Bitch I hustle for my butter
These days against the leaders with no agenda
I need figures for my morning sativa
These days I gotta roll up, reach high up, apply some henny in our cup
Get f*cked up then we re-up 'til we goddamn passed out in the tub
Pop magical shrooms, you finna feel like doom's near
Visions of missiles got me feeling no religion and fear
Life is a joke when a stupid teenager got you next to his trigger
Homicide everywhere, we stuck, no way to get out of here
I said homicide everywhere, no way to get out of here
Rapping and trapping, a third world baby
Flipping then tripping up, was it only me?
Gripping the mic then I'm spitting legacy
Like, let me tell you something
Like, let me tell you something
My life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there
'Cause my life a Tarantino movie with no retake
Can't fake the tears even if I tried to fake
Many many bad days, mama cried me a lake
So I be chasing all the bags, all the cheques out there, out there
Writer: Sampurna Karki
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid