Someone
I been down at my lowest for a long time
Yeah, ridin' for my brother if he alright ('Right)
I just told him, "We gon' live our life"
Yeah, it's gon' be alright
(ForeignGotEm)
Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
I told that bitch, "I'm him,"
Ain't no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah)
And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
And let's get straight to it, yeah, I don't do no talkin' (No)
'Cause I had someone, it's hard to believe but I had someone
But aren't you someone?
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like I'm no one
Yeah, left, right, uh, uh, step right (Yeah, yeah)
I been growin' up and vibin', posted on the West side (Uh)
Labels talkin', man, they call my music lo-fi
I guess that's alright, I rock the Off-White
Yeah, and I been off the Addy, feelin' high now (Yeah)
He just popped two 30s, I'm like, "Damn, bro, you high now" (Uh-uh)
And if she slide, yeah, she slidin' for like five rounds (Uh)
Had to switch my flow, they've been stealin' my sound
I can see you through the head, I got on Cartiers
It's a marathon, I'm the turtle, you the fuckin' hare (Yeah)
You ain't never seen 100K, we do not compare
Rick Owen boots with the motherfuckin' Moncler
Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
I told that bitch, "I'm him,"
Ain't no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah)
And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
And let's get straight to it, yeah, I don't do no talkin' (No)
'Cause I had someone, it's hard to believe but I had someone
But aren't you someone?
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like I'm no one (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just pulled in a coupe on the West side (West side)
Wide body kit, with 2gaudy on the left side (Yeah)
When I pull up to the scene, they know I'm high
Don't blame me, it's the only way that time flies (Yeah, yeah)
Strollin' through L.A., pockets bountiful (Ching-ching)
Anything that's tall, yeah, it's bound to fall
But I lost my mind when I gave my soul
Alcohol on the table, drugs in my goal
Lost my words tryna find myself
Everyone wants to be somebody (Yeah)
Saw my shit, she know what I'm worth
It's okay to be a little too gaudy
Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
I told that bitch, "I'm him," ain't no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah)
And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
Let's just get straight to it, yeah, I don't do no talkin' (No)
'Cause I had someone, it's hard to believe but I had someone
But aren't you someone?
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like I'm no one
Yeah, ridin' for my brother if he alright ('Right)
I just told him, "We gon' live our life"
Yeah, it's gon' be alright
(ForeignGotEm)
Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
I told that bitch, "I'm him,"
Ain't no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah)
And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
And let's get straight to it, yeah, I don't do no talkin' (No)
'Cause I had someone, it's hard to believe but I had someone
But aren't you someone?
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like I'm no one
Yeah, left, right, uh, uh, step right (Yeah, yeah)
I been growin' up and vibin', posted on the West side (Uh)
Labels talkin', man, they call my music lo-fi
I guess that's alright, I rock the Off-White
Yeah, and I been off the Addy, feelin' high now (Yeah)
He just popped two 30s, I'm like, "Damn, bro, you high now" (Uh-uh)
And if she slide, yeah, she slidin' for like five rounds (Uh)
Had to switch my flow, they've been stealin' my sound
I can see you through the head, I got on Cartiers
It's a marathon, I'm the turtle, you the fuckin' hare (Yeah)
You ain't never seen 100K, we do not compare
Rick Owen boots with the motherfuckin' Moncler
Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
I told that bitch, "I'm him,"
Ain't no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah, yeah)
And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
And let's get straight to it, yeah, I don't do no talkin' (No)
'Cause I had someone, it's hard to believe but I had someone
But aren't you someone?
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like I'm no one (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just pulled in a coupe on the West side (West side)
Wide body kit, with 2gaudy on the left side (Yeah)
When I pull up to the scene, they know I'm high
Don't blame me, it's the only way that time flies (Yeah, yeah)
Strollin' through L.A., pockets bountiful (Ching-ching)
Anything that's tall, yeah, it's bound to fall
But I lost my mind when I gave my soul
Alcohol on the table, drugs in my goal
Lost my words tryna find myself
Everyone wants to be somebody (Yeah)
Saw my shit, she know what I'm worth
It's okay to be a little too gaudy
Hoppin' out a foreign, pull up, big body
I told that bitch, "I'm him," ain't no motherfuckin' probably (Yeah)
And bro just popped a Perc', and he movin' like a zombie
Let's just get straight to it, yeah, I don't do no talkin' (No)
'Cause I had someone, it's hard to believe but I had someone
But aren't you someone?
'Cause lately, I've been feelin' like I'm no one
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Weeks, Vid Vucenovic, Austin Godwin Grant
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