Текст песни Beach Drive - Wst. Taylor

Creole looking nigga don't know if I'm Haitian
Insecurity thoughts like I don't think a nigga gonna make it
Family tree lost don't know who made it
Momma gone asking how far can I take this
Don't it feel like life can strip you naked
Put you in a hole when you feelin outdated
You get up everyday cuz you know you're destined for greatness
Ain't no slowing down so what's the hol up
There's snitches on every block like a dunkin donut
Homies in the parking lot doing donuts
It's a sideshow every time I show up
Shawty texting me like when are you gonna grow up
I kill that cat the same night we hook up
Pulled up on Romello on Lyman Street that's the hub
Drop And Chuck outside in the cut
You bitches think it's a badge of honor cuz yall wear scrubs
They like how is Wst state to state booking flights
These niggas be acting like bitches better yet they be acting like dikes
Quick to pull the strap out cuz they can't fight
My intuition is kinda like a gut feeling I can't miss
Sittin low while I'm driving glancing at the ocean as I reminisce
Not dwelling on the past cuz if I keep looking back Ima fuck around and crash