Letras

I told shawty that I'm really from the ghetto, from a dark place in the meadow
In a room full of goons might be a couple crooks, They're the only ones that would say hello
I'm moving that gas, that petrol, Had to work hard for my metro
I'ma just chill, see how this thing go, Yeah, I had to learn how to let go
Somebody asked me how'd I do it, Straight road, damn right, I'ma keep that pushin'
Used to hide a blade right under my cushion, Sold drugs, yeah, that money prudent
Say you real, but you make excuses, Hatin' ass, tryna fuck up my movement
Y'all motherfuckers gon' make me lose it, They only be talkin' when it's about some bullshit
Relatively, I got money on me, My condolences to the ones I see
Crashed in a jeep, I lost my senses, Done with the Benzos, amicably
Thought we was friends, but you not my friend, Right to the end, you was hatin' on me
It's so sad, got a digital dash, It's so sad, got a digital dash
I got money, but what I want money can't buy that, It's so sad, yeah
Told shawty that I'm really from the ghetto, From a dark place in the meadow
In a room full of goons, might be a couple crooks, They're the only ones that would say hello
Movin' that gas, that petrol, Had to work hard for my metro
I'ma just chill, see how this thing go, Had to learn how to let go
Written by: Jason Barrios
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