It's woke and wavy, baby
I got some Balenciaga boots, uh, for me
I got for my roommate some, uh, heels And I got some McQueens to resell
All my friends pang, I ain't pick em like that, it just happened
And even though she got a big back, she still balanced
I'm in the corner with the cool kids, bankers, lawyers, teachers, and some ex-trappers
Everybody came far so it don't matter
We all started in the same, ends the same manner
First it was board games, then it moved to curbsy
Now we dodge the snakes whilst we climbing up the ladders
Money used to be difficult, then it came
Back a day, five quid used to be a real change
Now bro spent a few quid on a plain Jane
And the range come in jet black or eiger grey
On the, on that A4, listening to VB
Wanted street money, but the streets didn't need me
Not gonna lie, I find the streets kinda cheeky
Stabbed my best friend and my cousin lost limbs
Slashed dad's tires when he had the new bims
So come walk a mile in my Timbs
Cap, cause I don't wear that,
Dead wouldn't wear it
If what you're posting ain't real, they won't share it
Me, I'm into sharing, but only with my Gs
The trap boys show me mad, laugh in the streets
We all speak the same language, broken, trapenese
Make a quick flip, then run it back with my team
If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs
Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks
Married to the game, but you ain't the best man
Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam
Playing chess, not checkers
Big mac and cheese, got green, hold the lettuce
Always been a menace, like my first name Dennis
My brother had beef, I told him, dead it, like
It ain't worth the stressing or the sentence, let me get back to me
Yo, it took a little while, but I really found my feet
Az caps with a sneak, so fresh and so clean I'm an outcast, but there's roses at my feet, like
Yo, we got piff tings in a bling bling
Man are talking bout the road ting, don't get roped in
Now you got the olders scoping what you making?
But they show a nigga fake love on a Drake ting
And if you started blowing up, you know, kind of make it
Man will say you gave nothing back to the place where
Life didn't play fair, nothing like Mayfair
More like mayhem, grew up around strange men
Who only wanna talk gun talk while blazing
Only wanna talk body part rearranging
And them be confused when they end up in the station
Man, this shit so frustrating, but what can I say
Man, this shit's like the itis
I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm inspired
I'm trying to find new ways to do old tricks
My brothers like them old girls, that's the new ting, like
Yeah, I hear it, let it ring
You'd be on the same ting if we were on the same ting
Bro I just feel like you'd be on the same ting if we
If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs
Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks
Married to the game, but you ain't the best man
Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam
They be aiming for your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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It's woke and wavy, baby
I got some Balenciaga boots, uh, for me
I got for my roommate some, uh, heels And I got some McQueens to resell
All my friends pang, I ain't pick em like that, it just happened
And even though she got a big back, she still balanced
I'm in the corner with the cool kids, bankers, lawyers, teachers, and some ex-trappers
Everybody came far so it don't matter
We all started in the same, ends the same manner
First it was board games, then it moved to curbsy
Now we dodge the snakes whilst we climbing up the ladders
Money used to be difficult, then it came
Back a day, five quid used to be a real change
Now bro spent a few quid on a plain Jane
And the range come in jet black or eiger grey
On the, on that A4, listening to VB
Wanted street money, but the streets didn't need me
Not gonna lie, I find the streets kinda cheeky
Stabbed my best friend and my cousin lost limbs
Slashed dad's tires when he had the new bims
So come walk a mile in my Timbs
Cap, cause I don't wear that,
Dead wouldn't wear it
If what you're posting ain't real, they won't share it
Me, I'm into sharing, but only with my Gs
The trap boys show me mad, laugh in the streets
We all speak the same language, broken, trapenese
Make a quick flip, then run it back with my team
If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs
Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks
Married to the game, but you ain't the best man
Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam
Playing chess, not checkers
Big mac and cheese, got green, hold the lettuce
Always been a menace, like my first name Dennis
My brother had beef, I told him, dead it, like
It ain't worth the stressing or the sentence, let me get back to me
Yo, it took a little while, but I really found my feet
Az caps with a sneak, so fresh and so clean I'm an outcast, but there's roses at my feet, like
Yo, we got piff tings in a bling bling
Man are talking bout the road ting, don't get roped in
Now you got the olders scoping what you making?
But they show a nigga fake love on a Drake ting
And if you started blowing up, you know, kind of make it
Man will say you gave nothing back to the place where
Life didn't play fair, nothing like Mayfair
More like mayhem, grew up around strange men
Who only wanna talk gun talk while blazing
Only wanna talk body part rearranging
And them be confused when they end up in the station
Man, this shit so frustrating, but what can I say
Man, this shit's like the itis
I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm inspired
I'm trying to find new ways to do old tricks
My brothers like them old girls, that's the new ting, like
Yeah, I hear it, let it ring
You'd be on the same ting if we were on the same ting
Bro I just feel like you'd be on the same ting if we
If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs
Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks
Married to the game, but you ain't the best man
Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam
They be aiming for your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I got some Balenciaga boots, uh, for me
I got for my roommate some, uh, heels And I got some McQueens to resell
All my friends pang, I ain't pick em like that, it just happened
And even though she got a big back, she still balanced
I'm in the corner with the cool kids, bankers, lawyers, teachers, and some ex-trappers
Everybody came far so it don't matter
We all started in the same, ends the same manner
First it was board games, then it moved to curbsy
Now we dodge the snakes whilst we climbing up the ladders
Money used to be difficult, then it came
Back a day, five quid used to be a real change
Now bro spent a few quid on a plain Jane
And the range come in jet black or eiger grey
On the, on that A4, listening to VB
Wanted street money, but the streets didn't need me
Not gonna lie, I find the streets kinda cheeky
Stabbed my best friend and my cousin lost limbs
Slashed dad's tires when he had the new bims
So come walk a mile in my Timbs
Cap, cause I don't wear that,
Dead wouldn't wear it
If what you're posting ain't real, they won't share it
Me, I'm into sharing, but only with my Gs
The trap boys show me mad, laugh in the streets
We all speak the same language, broken, trapenese
Make a quick flip, then run it back with my team
If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs
Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks
Married to the game, but you ain't the best man
Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam
Playing chess, not checkers
Big mac and cheese, got green, hold the lettuce
Always been a menace, like my first name Dennis
My brother had beef, I told him, dead it, like
It ain't worth the stressing or the sentence, let me get back to me
Yo, it took a little while, but I really found my feet
Az caps with a sneak, so fresh and so clean I'm an outcast, but there's roses at my feet, like
Yo, we got piff tings in a bling bling
Man are talking bout the road ting, don't get roped in
Now you got the olders scoping what you making?
But they show a nigga fake love on a Drake ting
And if you started blowing up, you know, kind of make it
Man will say you gave nothing back to the place where
Life didn't play fair, nothing like Mayfair
More like mayhem, grew up around strange men
Who only wanna talk gun talk while blazing
Only wanna talk body part rearranging
And them be confused when they end up in the station
Man, this shit so frustrating, but what can I say
Man, this shit's like the itis
I'm hungry, I'm tired, I'm stressed, I'm inspired
I'm trying to find new ways to do old tricks
My brothers like them old girls, that's the new ting, like
Yeah, I hear it, let it ring
You'd be on the same ting if we were on the same ting
Bro I just feel like you'd be on the same ting if we
If you only hearing about the dips, not the get backs
Only hearing about the wins, never setbacks
Married to the game, but you ain't the best man
Man, I'm aiming for your chest, fam
They be aiming for your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, They be aiming for your chest like
Aiming at your chest, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Writer: Hayden Edwards-Watson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid