Colder
This ain't no simple shit
I might be high yeah a little bit
Complicated in it
It's been a minute
Wrote it down
Just to fucking spit it
Money infinite
Life a scrimmage
Twist and bend the image
This world ate me up
Spit me out
I'm a spitting image
Of Kanye
The greatest there ever will be
Please feel me like tyga on a Feature
I'm the shit
Let me teach ya
Got me a señorita
Rita ora
Sorry for flexing
That's my Aura
Was in the Corolla
Used to be Pandora
Now we crossing border
Now we getting colder
Used to be Jordans
Now it's yeezys
Fuck my clique can afford them
These dreams in me
I store them on USB
Know what I fucking mean
What do you think dont mean a Fucking thing
Restore order
Yea I'll fuckin show ya
Grass greener
Get a fucking mower
Ribena Sipping slower
In the UK
I'm moody
Looking for the booty
You don't want beef
Want that Poulet
Now i'm in L-A
On some Kool-Aid
Don't tell me
It's yours truly
I'm just flexing cause I'm
Too boujie
My Cinderella
Looking for a fella
Then tell her
That fella don't exist
It earth is mother
Tell her don't bother
It's another
Motherfuckin' hit
I had to say
It's wintertime
I had to say
I'm on the grind
I had to say
It's on my mind
I had to say
I had to say
Was in the Corolla
Used to be Pandora
Now we crossing border
Now we getting colder
I might be high yeah a little bit
Complicated in it
It's been a minute
Wrote it down
Just to fucking spit it
Money infinite
Life a scrimmage
Twist and bend the image
This world ate me up
Spit me out
I'm a spitting image
Of Kanye
The greatest there ever will be
Please feel me like tyga on a Feature
I'm the shit
Let me teach ya
Got me a señorita
Rita ora
Sorry for flexing
That's my Aura
Was in the Corolla
Used to be Pandora
Now we crossing border
Now we getting colder
Used to be Jordans
Now it's yeezys
Fuck my clique can afford them
These dreams in me
I store them on USB
Know what I fucking mean
What do you think dont mean a Fucking thing
Restore order
Yea I'll fuckin show ya
Grass greener
Get a fucking mower
Ribena Sipping slower
In the UK
I'm moody
Looking for the booty
You don't want beef
Want that Poulet
Now i'm in L-A
On some Kool-Aid
Don't tell me
It's yours truly
I'm just flexing cause I'm
Too boujie
My Cinderella
Looking for a fella
Then tell her
That fella don't exist
It earth is mother
Tell her don't bother
It's another
Motherfuckin' hit
I had to say
It's wintertime
I had to say
I'm on the grind
I had to say
It's on my mind
I had to say
I had to say
Was in the Corolla
Used to be Pandora
Now we crossing border
Now we getting colder
Credits
Writer(s): Hassan Waly
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