I ordered a frappuccino
Whereīs my fuckin frappuccino
Alright, letīs do this
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I canīt forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I canīt pretend this is the way itīll stay Iīm just
Trying to bend the truth
I canīt pretend Iīm who you want me to be, so Iīm
Lying my way from
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, donīt forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to yīall, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga gripīn my balls
All the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that Iīm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and Iīm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, Iīm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause Iīm straight with the Roc
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, donīt forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get (get), that(that), dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hovī in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokersīll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when Iīm, Iīm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel īem
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, Iīm a grown-up for real, chill
Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
Remember listening to all of that and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fittinī in
And now you think this person really is me and Iīm
Trying to bend the truth
But the more I push the more Iīm pulling away īcuz Iīm
Lying my way from you
No no turning back now
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
No no turning back now
Let me take back my life Iīd rather be all alone
No turning back now
Anywhere on my own cuz I can see
No no turning back now
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is ME
This isnīt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isnīt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isnīt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isnīt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
You
No turning back now
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
No no turning back now
Let me take back my life Iīd rather be all alone
No turning back now
Anywhere on my own cuz I can see
No no turning back now
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me
Beeitch
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