Who you feel like
Him
You're not that guy pal
You are not that guy
I know a lot who'll judge
Him
But Nona
Him
Ye
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ill turn ya up 5
Yeah
Yeah I'll turn ya up 5
Yeah
I'm wit the rabbi
She went to art school for a year paint me the bad guy
So much shit up in my sack i feel like Matt Ryan
You supposed to be his OG
Why lil bruh walk wit a draco too
I spent 10 racks on some Margiela's I Drew
3 missed calls from ya but we ain't
Who gone take the ball from ya we don't know
How long he missed his father we don't know
What made his days harder we don't know
Like hair without a barber we gone grow
Ouu Oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Spittin so many bars he spent some time in the cell
Made mistakes he cain't take back but he ain't afraid to fail
Where he from a Warzone he was born to kill
Ahhh ahhhh
Had some obstacles I hit
Yeah
Ahhh ahhhh
I ride wit all jackers but not thieves
Yeah Hot boy shooter
Where he from you gotta carry yo ruger
Don't Crumbl like cookie Kianny f*ckin' wit Ruben
They can finally see me boogie 'member when them niggas couldn't
When we was dirty no soap they started dishin' all ah sudden
OG wit OG
I cain't wait to get my family out the nosebleeds
She think she badder than she walk she got the big head
Humbled her made her bow down and suck my dick head
You be my bighead
You sent the message yesterday and its been read
JT playing wit cologne but he not kid
Kenna if you like baseball
I hit Lil Riek for a intro to the song but youre not that guy pal
Cus you cain't control the vibes
Know I love my life want my door's suicide
Ife West seen some smokers who cain't get that high
(Philly)
Who cain't get that high
I'round some smoker's who cain't get that high
Yeah yeah
Who cain't get that high
I done seen great friends turn on each other for a paper bill
Imma cheater nah you lyin' I'm in disbelief my dear
You'n know how much I failed just to be right here
I f*cked a blonde before I put the bleach in my hair
I press rewind I had to put the streets in my rear
Wear Fear of God but ain't a damn thing I fear
Went from shift stick to puttin' sports mode in my gear
You'n know how much I failed just to be right here
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Who you feel like
Him
You're not that guy pal
You are not that guy
I know a lot who'll judge
Him
But Nona
Him
Ye
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ill turn ya up 5
Yeah
Yeah I'll turn ya up 5
Yeah
I'm wit the rabbi
She went to art school for a year paint me the bad guy
So much shit up in my sack i feel like Matt Ryan
You supposed to be his OG
Why lil bruh walk wit a draco too
I spent 10 racks on some Margiela's I Drew
3 missed calls from ya but we ain't
Who gone take the ball from ya we don't know
How long he missed his father we don't know
What made his days harder we don't know
Like hair without a barber we gone grow
Ouu Oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Spittin so many bars he spent some time in the cell
Made mistakes he cain't take back but he ain't afraid to fail
Where he from a Warzone he was born to kill
Ahhh ahhhh
Had some obstacles I hit
Yeah
Ahhh ahhhh
I ride wit all jackers but not thieves
Yeah Hot boy shooter
Where he from you gotta carry yo ruger
Don't Crumbl like cookie Kianny f*ckin' wit Ruben
They can finally see me boogie 'member when them niggas couldn't
When we was dirty no soap they started dishin' all ah sudden
OG wit OG
I cain't wait to get my family out the nosebleeds
She think she badder than she walk she got the big head
Humbled her made her bow down and suck my dick head
You be my bighead
You sent the message yesterday and its been read
JT playing wit cologne but he not kid
Kenna if you like baseball
I hit Lil Riek for a intro to the song but youre not that guy pal
Cus you cain't control the vibes
Know I love my life want my door's suicide
Ife West seen some smokers who cain't get that high
(Philly)
Who cain't get that high
I'round some smoker's who cain't get that high
Yeah yeah
Who cain't get that high
I done seen great friends turn on each other for a paper bill
Imma cheater nah you lyin' I'm in disbelief my dear
You'n know how much I failed just to be right here
I f*cked a blonde before I put the bleach in my hair
I press rewind I had to put the streets in my rear
Wear Fear of God but ain't a damn thing I fear
Went from shift stick to puttin' sports mode in my gear
You'n know how much I failed just to be right here
Him
You're not that guy pal
You are not that guy
I know a lot who'll judge
Him
But Nona
Him
Ye
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ill turn ya up 5
Yeah
Yeah I'll turn ya up 5
Yeah
I'm wit the rabbi
She went to art school for a year paint me the bad guy
So much shit up in my sack i feel like Matt Ryan
You supposed to be his OG
Why lil bruh walk wit a draco too
I spent 10 racks on some Margiela's I Drew
3 missed calls from ya but we ain't
Who gone take the ball from ya we don't know
How long he missed his father we don't know
What made his days harder we don't know
Like hair without a barber we gone grow
Ouu Oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Spittin so many bars he spent some time in the cell
Made mistakes he cain't take back but he ain't afraid to fail
Where he from a Warzone he was born to kill
Ahhh ahhhh
Had some obstacles I hit
Yeah
Ahhh ahhhh
I ride wit all jackers but not thieves
Yeah Hot boy shooter
Where he from you gotta carry yo ruger
Don't Crumbl like cookie Kianny f*ckin' wit Ruben
They can finally see me boogie 'member when them niggas couldn't
When we was dirty no soap they started dishin' all ah sudden
OG wit OG
I cain't wait to get my family out the nosebleeds
She think she badder than she walk she got the big head
Humbled her made her bow down and suck my dick head
You be my bighead
You sent the message yesterday and its been read
JT playing wit cologne but he not kid
Kenna if you like baseball
I hit Lil Riek for a intro to the song but youre not that guy pal
Cus you cain't control the vibes
Know I love my life want my door's suicide
Ife West seen some smokers who cain't get that high
(Philly)
Who cain't get that high
I'round some smoker's who cain't get that high
Yeah yeah
Who cain't get that high
I done seen great friends turn on each other for a paper bill
Imma cheater nah you lyin' I'm in disbelief my dear
You'n know how much I failed just to be right here
I f*cked a blonde before I put the bleach in my hair
I press rewind I had to put the streets in my rear
Wear Fear of God but ain't a damn thing I fear
Went from shift stick to puttin' sports mode in my gear
You'n know how much I failed just to be right here
Writer: Dimitrius Dudley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid