CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Drama
I be iced out swag drippin', lookin' like a hundred mill
Sitting back, mad ill
Let me tell you how that feel
High life, high price
Everything I cop is real
Now I feel like Pied Piper, everything I drop they feel
I don't really feel their vibes, think they need some real advice
They was chillin' with some hoes, while I was grindin' every night
My homie he was up the road
Hit the street on Sunday night
It was cool but now they set him up, they got him doing five
Told him when he come back, I'll make sure everything alright
'Cause I'm about to run rap, overlap your ass and do it twice
In the hood I know some stupid dykes, who say this white boy truly nice
And through all the nights, used to practice writing rhymes until I'm stupid nice
Thank God that we getting cake
Back in the day, could use a slice
I can never date no hoe cause she gon' bring out her stupid side
Tell you what you need to know
Not what you wanna hear, ain't nice
How the f**k you supposed to grow?
Gotta prove them wrong or treat them right
Your girlfriend sleepin' at my crib, said it feel like paradise
f**k cappin', don't wanna know
Tell you in the afterlife
Pop your medulla, bafana wa njuta ai suka
Got no time for no screw-ups
Had to draw the line like a ruler
Go to work on a Monday, then on Thursday we phuza
Got her twerkin' on Sunday, lifestyle is so super, yeah
Sitting back, mad ill
Let me tell you how that feel
High life, high price
Everything I cop is real
Now I feel like Pied Piper, everything I drop they feel
I don't really feel their vibes, think they need some real advice
They was chillin' with some hoes, while I was grindin' every night
My homie he was up the road
Hit the street on Sunday night
It was cool but now they set him up, they got him doing five
Told him when he come back, I'll make sure everything alright
'Cause I'm about to run rap, overlap your ass and do it twice
In the hood I know some stupid dykes, who say this white boy truly nice
And through all the nights, used to practice writing rhymes until I'm stupid nice
Thank God that we getting cake
Back in the day, could use a slice
I can never date no hoe cause she gon' bring out her stupid side
Tell you what you need to know
Not what you wanna hear, ain't nice
How the f**k you supposed to grow?
Gotta prove them wrong or treat them right
Your girlfriend sleepin' at my crib, said it feel like paradise
f**k cappin', don't wanna know
Tell you in the afterlife
Pop your medulla, bafana wa njuta ai suka
Got no time for no screw-ups
Had to draw the line like a ruler
Go to work on a Monday, then on Thursday we phuza
Got her twerkin' on Sunday, lifestyle is so super, yeah
