Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
In this makeshift studio, people show me love
And tell me I could go far above
Told weekly that I should go famous
The frequency of which I hear that's insane, yeah
I ain't even put out mixtapes yet
Just see next year, I'm up on those stages
Decade later got a mansion with maids there
Just right now it's still the early days yeah
Don't get it twisted, I'm already great yeah
Just the yellow misfit, separated by his vision
To climb up these divisions and rake in couple million
I got this shit locked down like highschool children
AK47, shooting up the building
That shit needs to be stopped on some real shit
I'm a real kid, I go stupid, bin behindert, pick it up a bit
Loiter on the track like I'm up to no good
Try and test me, boy, you know that you couldn't
Mm, perhaps you shouldn't
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Can't spell beautiful without Prettyboy
I'm just spitting, Mäximnoice brought the noise
Did I mention that I failed English?
Did I mention that I am a dropkick?
Did I mention I have mental illness?
Probably mentioned my dick was 'yay big'
You can't see it but I got my arms spread
Talk myself up that's a common theme in my head
My dream continues even when I'm out of bed
You start to live it soon as you begin to chase it
Did this shit for 3 years before I showcased it
Now I'm off to see the wizard on this golden pavement
Just to tell the motherf*cker I ain't need a wish to make it
Bitch
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours uh
Prettyboy - Dumb Lyrics
Prettyboy - Dumb Lyrics
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Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
In this makeshift studio, people show me love
And tell me I could go far above
Told weekly that I should go famous
The frequency of which I hear that's insane, yeah
I ain't even put out mixtapes yet
Just see next year, I'm up on those stages
Decade later got a mansion with maids there
Just right now it's still the early days yeah
Don't get it twisted, I'm already great yeah
Just the yellow misfit, separated by his vision
To climb up these divisions and rake in couple million
I got this shit locked down like highschool children
AK47, shooting up the building
That shit needs to be stopped on some real shit
I'm a real kid, I go stupid, bin behindert, pick it up a bit
Loiter on the track like I'm up to no good
Try and test me, boy, you know that you couldn't
Mm, perhaps you shouldn't
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Can't spell beautiful without Prettyboy
I'm just spitting, Mäximnoice brought the noise
Did I mention that I failed English?
Did I mention that I am a dropkick?
Did I mention I have mental illness?
Probably mentioned my dick was 'yay big'
You can't see it but I got my arms spread
Talk myself up that's a common theme in my head
My dream continues even when I'm out of bed
You start to live it soon as you begin to chase it
Did this shit for 3 years before I showcased it
Now I'm off to see the wizard on this golden pavement
Just to tell the motherf*cker I ain't need a wish to make it
Bitch
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours uh
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
In this makeshift studio, people show me love
And tell me I could go far above
Told weekly that I should go famous
The frequency of which I hear that's insane, yeah
I ain't even put out mixtapes yet
Just see next year, I'm up on those stages
Decade later got a mansion with maids there
Just right now it's still the early days yeah
Don't get it twisted, I'm already great yeah
Just the yellow misfit, separated by his vision
To climb up these divisions and rake in couple million
I got this shit locked down like highschool children
AK47, shooting up the building
That shit needs to be stopped on some real shit
I'm a real kid, I go stupid, bin behindert, pick it up a bit
Loiter on the track like I'm up to no good
Try and test me, boy, you know that you couldn't
Mm, perhaps you shouldn't
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Can't spell beautiful without Prettyboy
I'm just spitting, Mäximnoice brought the noise
Did I mention that I failed English?
Did I mention that I am a dropkick?
Did I mention I have mental illness?
Probably mentioned my dick was 'yay big'
You can't see it but I got my arms spread
Talk myself up that's a common theme in my head
My dream continues even when I'm out of bed
You start to live it soon as you begin to chase it
Did this shit for 3 years before I showcased it
Now I'm off to see the wizard on this golden pavement
Just to tell the motherf*cker I ain't need a wish to make it
Bitch
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours
Oli the shirt, Jaguar the car
I ollie the curb then spit a few bars
Roll up the herb, link up with the stars
Myself and I, this shit is ours uh
Writer: Clark Millman
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