Fivio Foreign - Same 24 Songtexte

Songtexte Same 24 - Fivio Foreign




Yeah, if e'rybody demons, I'ma call this -
How I get rich off of a skill that I taught myself?
I remember when I couldn't even afford this belt
I ain't had the best drip, but I wore it well
Yeah, I brought that pain with me
I'd rather sleep alone than have the wrong - layin' with me
Different walks of life, but - is from the same city
I take him out the game for good, that - keep on playin' with me
I been through all type of -
Fake friends, new opps, the wrong type of -
Goin' live, Shade Room, I lost likes -
I got famous, friends died, I lost life to this
And everybody actin' funny
Always get mad when I tell 'em that they actin' funny
And they gon' hate me with their soul, but they gon' ask for money
And when I tell 'em -, "No," they say I'm actin' funny
Like I don't know the real truth
Like I don't know the - that I survived woulda killed you
I got rich, but when I was broke, I was on 'em pills too
To walk a mile in my feet, you had to steal shoes
We got the same 24 hours, -
Why what's mine gotta be ours, -?
Talkin' 'bout - need help, -, I was -
But I rose outta the dirt, give me my flowers, -
I see you hatin', -, just admit it
How you playin' victim to a crime that you committed?
How you mad about a life that you ain't livin'?
And how you tell me how to spend a bag that you ain't gettin'?
Even my family couldn't stand me
I feel like only Instаgrаm understand me
They kill me in they raps, but I don't believe the cap
'Cause every time I'm out, I'm never hidin' where I'm at
And they be talkin' crazy every day behind my back
But every time I see 'em, -s always give me dap
Can I live? All that stupid - I did
I iced out the gang before I iced out my kids
I packed out a show before I packed out my fridge
And they sayin' they need more, that's some disrespectful -
Like -ch, I pay the rent, how you put my bags out and -?
I brought you back in my life, how you want me back out the crib?
I'm tryna be a good -, why you wanna spazz out and glitch?
Actin' like it's nothin', I don't just pass out this gift
Damn, this what I waited for? Huh
To get money and get hated more?
E'rybody I thought loved me is wagin' war
If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor
If I knew this what it was, I'd have been stayin' poor
If I knew this what it was, I'd have been sayin' more
If I thought it was a game, I woulda been playin' more
I'm really hot 'cause I grew up without the fan on
I'm really 'bout to pull my - out on the landlord
I'm really like that, tell my mama we ain't stayin' poor
I feel like the G.O.A.T. every single time I cut that Lamb' on
Urn be on my dresser since he was present on my standoffs
My granny house a mil', she ain't even know I could rap my - off
You -in' me? I was super broke, I took that cast off
Started sellin' work, you hit this -, you probably blast off
Auntie, she got seven homies, three, and I still passed off
Knowin' she won't pay me, but I'm knowin' I'm a rap star
Switchy on they - got - runnin' like they track stars
You spin too many times, we drill your whip up like it's NASCAR
Frrt-frrt-frrt, shoot your - up on the dashboard
My youngin' tryna crash and he can't wait to go on this crash course
Frrt-frrt-frrt, shoot your - up on the dashboard
My youngin' tryna crash and he can't wait to go on this crash course
Huh, Fivio Foreign, Meek Mills, -
Viral
Moral of the story, though
I got no sympathy for you -
Yeah
Oh-yeah, when you, you, you - pick a side too, -, ha
And when you pick a side, stay there, -
You know what time I'm on, you know my side, -



Autor(en): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Daniela Voznesensky



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