Songtexte Small Table - RealTalkJack

Aye
Thinking you the shit (Woah)
But you not boy
I can't have no haters at my table
Licking pots boy
I might drop an album just to show
My fucking spot boy
I just checked my watch
And It's time to be the hot boy
Thinking you the shit (Woah)
But you ain't really (Really)
I'mma fly to LAX and then start to get busy
If you haven't heard of me
Too bad for you, but really (Really)
Cuz this year I find out who I got that's with me

Everybody signing checks
And getting write off's like the next
I'm stop that shit right there
Cuz I don't want no disrespect
But everybody think they better
When it comes down to it
Bitch You weather like I weather
You a whiner, I'm a do-er (Aye)
I'mma flip this beat though
Fly out to the heat though
You can do you
But I'mma do me though
I won't follow the street though
Cuz look at were that street goes
Following my own path
Cuz I can see my road
Make a better life for my kids
I didn't have shit (Nope)
Dad was always working
And us kids was eat ramen (Yup)
You gonna judge the way I am
Bro I can't stand it (Nope)
Everything you got in life
I bet that shit was handed (Yup)

Aye
Thinking you the shit (Woah)
But you not boy
I can't have no haters at my table
Licking pots boy
I might drop an album just to show
My fucking spot boy
I just checked my watch
And It's time to be the hot boy
Thinking you the shit (Woah)
But you ain't really (Really)
I'mma fly to LAX and then start to get busy
If you haven't heard of me
Too bad for you, but really (Really)
Cuz this year I find out who I got that's with me

I'm straight coming from the grime
Ain't treading lightly
Feeling high and mighty aye
I might take them feelings and put that shit on rewind
Ain't accepting any calls
No I put that shit on silent
Cuz I'm tryna keep my mother fucking mind right (Mind right)
Two stepping in this bitch into the lime light (Lime light)
Throw my iPhone out the window to the highway
Cuz man this world is really going sideways
Like I'm drifting in the Audi Tryna get away (Skrrt skrrt)
Seeing how far away
I can get in a day
And haters always looking at my highlights
But when they tell that story
Shit don't sound right (Nope)

Aye
Thinking you the shit (Woah)
But you not boy
I can't have no haters at my table
Licking pots boy
I might drop an album just to show
My fucking spot boy
I just checked my watch
And It's time to be the hot boy
Thinking you the shit (Woah)
But you ain't really (Really)
I'mma fly to LAX and then start to get busy
If you haven't heard of me
Too bad for you, but really (Really)
Cuz this year I find out who I got that's with me