CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Stylish

All that petty talking drama it don't phase me
I did this sh*t all on my own, nobody made me
All these [?] starting rumours [?]
You don't wanna fall in love, I'll eat your heart
Cos I'm ok now, I'm in L.A. now
I got a couple hundred K in the safe now
jeans on me when I walk
I'd rather be hated for who I am that who I'm not, ay ay

See my sliding
I'm in that four by four, running the mileage
In that sh*t you can't afford, I need a stylist
B*t*h my closest like a store
You so bad you get lost, so I treat it like my [?]
I'm with my [?] and we looking like some stars
I hit the blunt and now I feel like I'm on mars
I sit back and I'm still counting all my racks

All these [?] starting rumours [?]
You don't wanna fall in love, I'll eat your heart
Cos I'm ok now, I'm in L.A. now
I got a couple hundred K in the safe now
jeans on me when I walk
I'd rather be hated for who I am that who I'm not, ay ay