CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : OTF

Chorus:
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Families ties my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s f**ked, now we’re all divided
Whatever the weather we get up and grind
We’re grinding whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this sh*t like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need an Aventador
Now that I’m up they forgеt I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell evеrything that you can in the trap but I swear I won’t sell my soul

Verse 1:
20 bag my trainer collection
What do you mean 5 bags for a show
Just had a meeting talk with a label
Same day that I got [?]
I’m trained to go
Living my movie, playing my role
I’m trained to go
Keep the convo brief, I ain’t saying no more
We step into bandos, and make ourselves at home
I was young tryna do my ting
Everyday same drip you could tell I was broke
It’s funny how [?]
I disappear now they’re belling my phone
My ex she didn’t believe me
I remember I said I would blow

Chorus:
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Families ties my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s f**ked, we’re all divided
Whatever the weather we get up and grind
We’re grinding whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this sh*t like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need an Aventador
Now that I’m up they forget I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap but I swear I won’t sell my soul

Verse 2:
Last of the real , I’ll do what it takes
I’m feeling out numbered, there’s too much fakes
I got paranoia, there’s too much jakes
I’m not going through this again
We felt too much pain to settle for fame
I want the whole estate
Shoebox money, the dough ain’t safe
I pray for the day that I clean
They say they love me but they don’t mean it
Speak to the bag I need it immediately
I keep on eating a secret ingredient, secrecy
Back then it was hard for me
These days I’m getting it easily
Bad b travelling W12
She’s coming from E15

Chorus:
If it weren’t for the L’s we took
The wins wouldn’t feel so righteous
Families ties my guy
It’s only the family, no outsiders
Remember the times my hood was at one
It’s f**ked, we’re all divided
Whatever the weather we get up and grind
We’re grinding whatever the climate
I’m young but I’m business minded
Treat this sh*t like the trap and blow
First whip was a Vauxhall Astra
Next one I need an Aventador
Now that I’m up they forget I’m human
At times I still feel low
I’ll sell everything that you can in the trap but I swear I won’t sell my soul