Mandem
Ah, look, see, we ain't never been around the world like that
Money on my mind got me all fucked up
Niggas keep tripping when they see a nigga winning
But it's all good, I be really on like that yeah (on like that?)
I be really on like that
Kick it for a minute then it's straight right back
To the S.T.U.D.I.O., right
Don't come chill if you're here for the ride, say
Don't come chill if you're here for the thrill
Don't come chill if you're here for the ride
You would never see me pop them pills
I ain't never tell you like
They keep them doors right closed
No, black young boy, you can't do it for the city
Just stand right there, look pretty
Watch a real nigga get quite busy
I do it for the city, I get it how I get it
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Fam, why you picking friends with the gang?
We don't like you
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Man, you just want likes for the 'gram
We don't rate you
Well, they don't want it and they all frontin'
See, they act funny, fool gazy
How you in a field if you're chillin' in the hills
Man, you ain't really real, you're crazy
East Side livin' it, East Side chillin'
But the West Coast love me, that's dope
This just the beginning, Imma promise imma kill it
Nigga, I ain't even finished, I know
I'm G.O.A.T
I'm everything that you didn't know
E-40 better tell me when to go
Cos these days I've been stressin' on the low
Just so you know-ow-ow-ow
Just another day we gotta go
Only I can tell you how my story go
We gon' sail it once a month
Escape the hype, number one
She's a spice, likes to ramp
You can come, but just calm down
Cos this girl's so down
We gon' find someone to roll this tight
Then I can roll her eyes back
Pull her to the side, show me how you ride
Tell me why
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Fam, why you picking friends with the gang?
We don't like you
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Man, you just want likes for the 'gram
We don't rate you
Money on my mind got me all fucked up
Niggas keep tripping when they see a nigga winning
But it's all good, I be really on like that yeah (on like that?)
I be really on like that
Kick it for a minute then it's straight right back
To the S.T.U.D.I.O., right
Don't come chill if you're here for the ride, say
Don't come chill if you're here for the thrill
Don't come chill if you're here for the ride
You would never see me pop them pills
I ain't never tell you like
They keep them doors right closed
No, black young boy, you can't do it for the city
Just stand right there, look pretty
Watch a real nigga get quite busy
I do it for the city, I get it how I get it
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Fam, why you picking friends with the gang?
We don't like you
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Man, you just want likes for the 'gram
We don't rate you
Well, they don't want it and they all frontin'
See, they act funny, fool gazy
How you in a field if you're chillin' in the hills
Man, you ain't really real, you're crazy
East Side livin' it, East Side chillin'
But the West Coast love me, that's dope
This just the beginning, Imma promise imma kill it
Nigga, I ain't even finished, I know
I'm G.O.A.T
I'm everything that you didn't know
E-40 better tell me when to go
Cos these days I've been stressin' on the low
Just so you know-ow-ow-ow
Just another day we gotta go
Only I can tell you how my story go
We gon' sail it once a month
Escape the hype, number one
She's a spice, likes to ramp
You can come, but just calm down
Cos this girl's so down
We gon' find someone to roll this tight
Then I can roll her eyes back
Pull her to the side, show me how you ride
Tell me why
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Fam, why you picking friends with the gang?
We don't like you
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Ooh, why you wanna be, why you wanna be
Wanna be mandem?
Man, you just want likes for the 'gram
We don't rate you
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Pounds, Jazon Kawu Eugenio, Shakka Philip
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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