Foreign
I'm foreign to this country
I ain't no citizen, yet
Smile through all this pain
You know I am the realest
From mother land, I guess I already explained it
It's Genesis, I'm heading to the top, yeah
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it.
I'm foreign to this country, I'm a foreigner to these hoes
I'm foreign and I'm passing and I'm foreign gotta go
Since I been here, I been winning Yeah
I might be the new one but they all know me Yeah
Foreign, foreign to these niggas, citizen in the game
Drop top in the slam, nigga I'm sweeter than jam
Nigga I'm still in the game, nigga I'm still in the thang
Play with me, bang bang, fuck with me, bang bang
All my niggas they be styling, all my niggas they be with me
Out here repping my city, all my niggas they be bloodin'
Out here repping my city even them niggas they hating
I'm out here chasing, foreign, grinding, (grind)
Grind grind to the grave (to the grave)
Cutt your hand say hey
My nigga you so lame (lame)
Nigga I'm so paid, (paid)
Lot of hoes I'ma get laid
Man these hoes gold diggers
Yeah I'ma fucking bread winner
Shout out to YBN Gang, gang
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it.
Still out here looking foreign, (foreign)
Drop top still rappin (repping)
I might not be winning, (winning)
But my style still killing (killing)
Shout out to T-Line Gang, (gang)
Me and my niggas we bang (gang)
Like nobody in the gang, (no)
Me and my niggas we the fam
I keep a Glock in my hand, (glock)
fuck with me I'm in the gang (Krah)
Lot of bread in my hand, (in my hand)
I don't feel the pain (no)
Hate all you want,
I'm still the man (man)
I'm still the man, (man)
Yeah I chill with the right ones
I don't f*ck with the fakers, (no)
If you don't f*ck with me (huh)
You too f*ckin weak, (weak)
Then you can f*ckin leave
All my niggas they wit me, (they wit me)
That's supposed to be
I'm flex like my nigga Alain, (uhhrr)
I'm flexing and you can compare
I ain't here to play, (no)
Bow down say hey
Lot of ice on me, (ice)
Stay back you week (you weak)
I'ma f*ck your b*tch (imma f'hr)
Hate all you want,
I'm still the man (man)
I'm still the man, yuhh
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it
I ain't no citizen, yet
Smile through all this pain
You know I am the realest
From mother land, I guess I already explained it
It's Genesis, I'm heading to the top, yeah
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it.
I'm foreign to this country, I'm a foreigner to these hoes
I'm foreign and I'm passing and I'm foreign gotta go
Since I been here, I been winning Yeah
I might be the new one but they all know me Yeah
Foreign, foreign to these niggas, citizen in the game
Drop top in the slam, nigga I'm sweeter than jam
Nigga I'm still in the game, nigga I'm still in the thang
Play with me, bang bang, fuck with me, bang bang
All my niggas they be styling, all my niggas they be with me
Out here repping my city, all my niggas they be bloodin'
Out here repping my city even them niggas they hating
I'm out here chasing, foreign, grinding, (grind)
Grind grind to the grave (to the grave)
Cutt your hand say hey
My nigga you so lame (lame)
Nigga I'm so paid, (paid)
Lot of hoes I'ma get laid
Man these hoes gold diggers
Yeah I'ma fucking bread winner
Shout out to YBN Gang, gang
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it.
Still out here looking foreign, (foreign)
Drop top still rappin (repping)
I might not be winning, (winning)
But my style still killing (killing)
Shout out to T-Line Gang, (gang)
Me and my niggas we bang (gang)
Like nobody in the gang, (no)
Me and my niggas we the fam
I keep a Glock in my hand, (glock)
fuck with me I'm in the gang (Krah)
Lot of bread in my hand, (in my hand)
I don't feel the pain (no)
Hate all you want,
I'm still the man (man)
I'm still the man, (man)
Yeah I chill with the right ones
I don't f*ck with the fakers, (no)
If you don't f*ck with me (huh)
You too f*ckin weak, (weak)
Then you can f*ckin leave
All my niggas they wit me, (they wit me)
That's supposed to be
I'm flex like my nigga Alain, (uhhrr)
I'm flexing and you can compare
I ain't here to play, (no)
Bow down say hey
Lot of ice on me, (ice)
Stay back you week (you weak)
I'ma f*ck your b*tch (imma f'hr)
Hate all you want,
I'm still the man (man)
I'm still the man, yuhh
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it
Gone through all this shit's got me looking clueless
Smile through all this pain, don't know wahh I can do
Foreign, foreign to this place, ain't got no answers to it
Drop to my knees, I'm asking why I need some answers to it
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Writer(s): Young Cello
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