Songtexte Jared Goff! - 808dash!

Can someone tell me, please tell me who wanted 808?
I think my eyes bumpin' Ye the way they just run away
Like college dropouts, these rappers been droppin' off the race
We've been dyin' young, I was lucky to even graduate
My registration late, still got an easy A
I told the world I'm a genius, them niggas looked away
Like Kung Fu Kenny, it's something up in my DNA
I might go back home and put some money, she's in section 8

Spare a nigga and hit him just like a Roman Reigns
I'm the people's contender, I feel like Triple H
Got one chance, if you get it, don't let it slip away
Sorry about control, if you take it, then you can win the game

I been throwing bullets like I'm Jared Goff
When I turn it on, I can't turn it off
I can never fold, I can never fall
If you try to pressure me at all, get your shit most
Real talk, big dog, I'm a big boss
I been eating good, nigga, yeah, call me Rick Ross (yeah)
I don't care at all what your shit cost
If you try to wrestle, I'ma hit you with a hip toast

When I get pissed off, I get some sick throws
Can we play a game? Call me Jigsaw
Try to keep it cool before I set it off
I don't feel too safe when I'm alone with my issues and bells

'Cause I done seen it all, and I don't get involved
I know these honeys are slutty under their under bra
Keep my circle small, she's gotta make a call
I hope my shawty still love me when all the money gone

Yeah, I was born middle class, but I'ma die rich (damn)
Know he may tackle my ass, just some slight shit (damn)
I was down bad on the couch and couldn't buy shit
Now I'm dubbing hos from the past and feeling righteous
I'm feeling righteous, righteous
We are not the same, I'm a product of my environment
I done seen more red and blue flag just on the bio
But if you make it through the pressure, you're a diamond

Can someone tell me, please tell me who wanted 808?
I think my eyes bumpin' Ye the way they just run away
Like college dropouts, these rappers been droppin' off the race
We've been dyin' young, I was lucky to even graduate

I been throwing bullets like I'm Jared Goff
When I turn it on, I can't turn it off
I can never fold, I can never fall
If you try to pressure me at all, get your shit most
Real talk, big dog, I'm a big boss
I been eating good, nigga, yeah, call me Rick Ross (yeah)
I don't care at all what your shit cost
If you try to wrestle, I'ma hit you with a hip toast