Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood For the love of them millions, ain′t layin′ down Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty See, I look at it like this Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Simon Gebrelul, Austin Schindler, Hunter Dean Powell, Brandon Chase Korn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com Yeah I never had a role model To a fraud nigga, I lost niggas when I got paper Momma said, "Don't never ever let em belittle you" Different floors for different bosses When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball My heart getting cold (Getting cold) Uh Mommy was a booster, daddy was a
shooter Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me Ayo, it gets fucked up when your own family, start calling you up When
they start acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen You sure you want this son? You sure you want this money? But shit even, even bosses got feelings you know? Uh, yeah 20 chains, eight watches can't fit on my wrist You used to give thanks for giving on some November shit My heart getting cold (Getting cold) |