Songtexte Like This - Fahwill

You know when I go up
I ain't 'finna slow up
I'm humble as fuck
But I'm already him
Walk in the bitch like the owner
And not a soul know us
But I bet you they do by end
You smell the Aroma I ain't even roll up
It's still in my pocket I walk with a scent
But I wouldn't press it
Because brodie he extra
Go triple on X's he live with a stick

Gave you a shot & you missed
How did I know
That they'll like it like this
We got the sauce we don't need no mix
Hope out the whip & I body the drip
Dead hearts on my chest & some tech on my wrist
Boxes of Jordan's but I don't do kicks
Mommy a charm & she come with some tricks
Move like a don you know I'm with the shits, yeah

Living life legendary, the team
We gon' reign forever
Never been afraid of the water
Bitch I was raised by sharks & orcas
Swam through the lines, I ain't care 'bout borders
I ain't checkin' in 'bout where I'm going
Because bitch, I was raised in the deep end
So catching shade where you stay was reliving
That boy seasoned, no four season, only do Caesar's
Hot like Gyza, Tap my visa, to catch up on all
Of the drip that I missed, when I couldn't get nothing
I had to wear the same shit
Tried to wash it out quick & hang dry it
In front of the oven
Man y'all is not built like us
Was set back & y'all never stepped up, god damn
Living with perks it's a blessing
It's all on the house, I'm connected
I paid my respect, so I get it
With open arms, loved & respected
To my dawgs, I'm forever indebted
Said my lady my greatest investment
I move like a nigga protected
Because these angels my greatest of weapons
Now hold up a second
I got the game & applied it
Bet on my conscious, now stop it I double the leverage
I ain't provoking no violence, or moving in malice
But if its some problem, we dead it
Stay in the shadows we prowling, we like the "G" in lasagna
However Wayne said it
I got some things to accomplish
The mission iconic, I said it let's get it

Gave you a shot & you missed
How did I know
That they'll like it like this
We got the sauce we don't need no mix
Hope out the whip & I body the drip
Dead hearts on my chest & some tech on my wrist
Boxes of Jordan's but I don't do kicks
Mommy a charm & she come with some tricks
Move like a don you know I'm with the shits, yea