The world is mine and I can feel it in my palms I'm a king, she hold me tight inside her arms
Balenciaga, different type of drip, this shit my charm
Kansas nigga, when my shit go up, I need a farm
Feed em to the pigs, roll up a blunt, smoke a cigar
That shit I went through left a nigga wounded with some scars
So everyday I wake up and make sure that I go hard
I could've went out bad, my granny told me I'm a star
Quit f*cking up and slipping knock the windows out your car
I'm different, really in the position to be a star
Keep working, I ain't clocking and I'm punching in these bars
I'm really just a hustler, but I done came so far
You copied me it work for a minute, can't play the part
The poverty was making me hungry, breaking my heart
That side of me was ugly, we promised to stay apart
Sometimes it feel like I'm just by myself all in the dark
And them days, I break a three-five down and that bitch get sparked
Paved a way for my little niggas, they ain't see us get far
All that hating, turned the nigga to a demon
I ain't cry, need no new friends
I ain't got no time to read between the lines
Can I trust you? No, I can't because I know you told a lie
It ain't personal, I just like to keep it business on the side
If I work with you, I'ma have to see some benjis in my eyes
I call that picking my disguise, I like my chicken keep the side
I keep my bitch right on my side and militant everywhere we ride
These pussy niggas not outside and how I know because I'm riding
Late night in the same spot, can't nobody say I'm hiding
I seen how this shit get, and it turnt a nigga grimy
You can, get your nose wiped, just for thinking that you slimy
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but I go crazy about my family
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but I dare a nigga try me
You gon' get your head popped and we go body after body
We go body after body, we go ' body after body
You gon' get your head popped and we gon' body after body
You gon' get your head popped and we gon' after homi
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but you can try me if you try me
The world is mine and I can feel it in my palms I'm a king, she hold me tight inside her arms
Balenciaga, different type of drip, this shit my charm
Kansas nigga, when my shit go up, I need a farm
Feed em to the pigs, roll up a blunt, smoke a cigar
That shit I went through left a nigga wounded with some scars
So everyday I wake up and make sure that I go hard
I could've went out, but my granny told me I'm a star
Looch2x - Wounded Freestyle Lyrics
Looch2x - Wounded Freestyle Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
The world is mine and I can feel it in my palms I'm a king, she hold me tight inside her arms
Balenciaga, different type of drip, this shit my charm
Kansas nigga, when my shit go up, I need a farm
Feed em to the pigs, roll up a blunt, smoke a cigar
That shit I went through left a nigga wounded with some scars
So everyday I wake up and make sure that I go hard
I could've went out bad, my granny told me I'm a star
Quit f*cking up and slipping knock the windows out your car
I'm different, really in the position to be a star
Keep working, I ain't clocking and I'm punching in these bars
I'm really just a hustler, but I done came so far
You copied me it work for a minute, can't play the part
The poverty was making me hungry, breaking my heart
That side of me was ugly, we promised to stay apart
Sometimes it feel like I'm just by myself all in the dark
And them days, I break a three-five down and that bitch get sparked
Paved a way for my little niggas, they ain't see us get far
All that hating, turned the nigga to a demon
I ain't cry, need no new friends
I ain't got no time to read between the lines
Can I trust you? No, I can't because I know you told a lie
It ain't personal, I just like to keep it business on the side
If I work with you, I'ma have to see some benjis in my eyes
I call that picking my disguise, I like my chicken keep the side
I keep my bitch right on my side and militant everywhere we ride
These pussy niggas not outside and how I know because I'm riding
Late night in the same spot, can't nobody say I'm hiding
I seen how this shit get, and it turnt a nigga grimy
You can, get your nose wiped, just for thinking that you slimy
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but I go crazy about my family
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but I dare a nigga try me
You gon' get your head popped and we go body after body
We go body after body, we go ' body after body
You gon' get your head popped and we gon' body after body
You gon' get your head popped and we gon' after homi
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but you can try me if you try me
The world is mine and I can feel it in my palms I'm a king, she hold me tight inside her arms
Balenciaga, different type of drip, this shit my charm
Kansas nigga, when my shit go up, I need a farm
Feed em to the pigs, roll up a blunt, smoke a cigar
That shit I went through left a nigga wounded with some scars
So everyday I wake up and make sure that I go hard
I could've went out, but my granny told me I'm a star
Balenciaga, different type of drip, this shit my charm
Kansas nigga, when my shit go up, I need a farm
Feed em to the pigs, roll up a blunt, smoke a cigar
That shit I went through left a nigga wounded with some scars
So everyday I wake up and make sure that I go hard
I could've went out bad, my granny told me I'm a star
Quit f*cking up and slipping knock the windows out your car
I'm different, really in the position to be a star
Keep working, I ain't clocking and I'm punching in these bars
I'm really just a hustler, but I done came so far
You copied me it work for a minute, can't play the part
The poverty was making me hungry, breaking my heart
That side of me was ugly, we promised to stay apart
Sometimes it feel like I'm just by myself all in the dark
And them days, I break a three-five down and that bitch get sparked
Paved a way for my little niggas, they ain't see us get far
All that hating, turned the nigga to a demon
I ain't cry, need no new friends
I ain't got no time to read between the lines
Can I trust you? No, I can't because I know you told a lie
It ain't personal, I just like to keep it business on the side
If I work with you, I'ma have to see some benjis in my eyes
I call that picking my disguise, I like my chicken keep the side
I keep my bitch right on my side and militant everywhere we ride
These pussy niggas not outside and how I know because I'm riding
Late night in the same spot, can't nobody say I'm hiding
I seen how this shit get, and it turnt a nigga grimy
You can, get your nose wiped, just for thinking that you slimy
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but I go crazy about my family
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but I dare a nigga try me
You gon' get your head popped and we go body after body
We go body after body, we go ' body after body
You gon' get your head popped and we gon' body after body
You gon' get your head popped and we gon' after homi
Nigga, I ain't Dej loaf, but you can try me if you try me
The world is mine and I can feel it in my palms I'm a king, she hold me tight inside her arms
Balenciaga, different type of drip, this shit my charm
Kansas nigga, when my shit go up, I need a farm
Feed em to the pigs, roll up a blunt, smoke a cigar
That shit I went through left a nigga wounded with some scars
So everyday I wake up and make sure that I go hard
I could've went out, but my granny told me I'm a star
Writer: Daunte Foster
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid