Highs & Lows

Yeah
Mama told me be a star
Mama told me be a star
Mama told me go far
Mama told me go far
I just want a foreign car
Brody please don't pop a bar
I wanna go back to how it was in the start
But we went through our highs and lows and we grew apart

And I don't talk about you, stop talking about me
On the road to the blues, I don't want the green
But life is not always what it seems
Brody can you pour me some lean
This rapper lifestyle got me living my dreams
I used to rock American Eagle now Givenchy my jeans
Double cup is dirty, not clean
On the block we serving the fiends
But we can't give them too much
I let bro hold the stick cause I know he's clutch
You mad bout that bitch that's a holding grudge
Bitch so fine, I don't know Ice Spice, but Imma eat it for lunch
Please be mine, till the end of time, I know you want a munch

Mama told me be a star
Mama told me be a star
Mama told me go far
Mama told me go far
I just want a foreign car
Brody please don't pop a bar
I wanna go back to how it was in the start
But we went through our highs and lows and we grew apart

Bitch, we do not need a label
I'm fucking this bitch on the table
Scrape the pot with a ladel
The first couple days when you left me I hated you
Young bull you don't know you don't do those things that you say do
Pussy so sweet like maple fruit
Aye Xan, when I get to the top Imma take you too
And Edak, I can never forget bout you
If you ain't drop that song back in 2016, I wouldn't be rapping too
I'm sorry my brother, I did what I had to do
Everything all good, lil' bro, I ain't mad at you
Why would I be mad at you
Why would I be mad at you

Mama told me be a star
Mama told me be a star
Mama told me go far
Mama told me go far
I just want a foreign car
Brody please don't pop a bar
I wanna go back to how it was in the start
But we went through our highs and lows and we grew apart



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
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