Where Do I Start?
Quit acting like you always had fans
It's just me and gang I don't even have friends
The girl of my dreams giving a lap dance
Couldn't even talk to her then
I blew her back in
Hit it reverse and went back in
Used to be bummy way back then
We used to be broke that was past tense
Now you want me that don't make sense
Don't want to be stuck with a
Aye, Yuh
Rani is coming in clutch
He got them backends
I cannot hang I'm in the studio
Lately I'm tapped in
Let em' all know who we are
Talked to momma and I told her, her baby a star
Got no regard
Play with my heart and I'll tear it apart
Lifes good
Where do I start?
Out of pocket just a little bizarre
Pull up in fleets of too many cars, yeah
Know you're overwhelmed and I'm over that
You look stressed out and I'm so relaxed
I sent you messages I was fucked up so don't open that
I been coping on my own
Ballin' on my own, preaching on a song
Doing right, writing rights and wrongs
It cost too much I ain't doing free songs
Damn
Massage seats what I'm sitting in
I don't go to parties I ain't fitting in
She wants me to go with her just to get her in
Somehow now I'm ignorant
Never talked it up but I was building shit
Popped out now I'm killing this
I know my home girls really feeling this
They don't gotta question cause they know where my hearts at
I'm far from it but I come off like Yung Rani all that
I'd give it up and I don't want nun nun back
Your car ain't all that
I hate to break it to you I was reading up on your car fax
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Quit acting like you always had fans
It's just me and gang I don't even have friends
The girl of my dreams giving a lap dance
Couldn't even talk to her then
I blew her back in
Hit it reverse and went back in
Used to be bummy way back then
We used to be broke that was past tense
Now you want me that don't make sense
Don't want to be stuck with a
Aye, Yuh
Rani is coming in clutch
He got them backends
I cannot hang I'm in the studio
Lately I'm tapped in
Let em' all know who we are
Talked to momma and I told her, her baby a star
Got no regard
Play with my heart and I'll tear it apart
Lifes good
Where do I start?
Out of pocket just a little bizarre
Pull up in fleets of too many cars, yeah
It's just me and gang I don't even have friends
The girl of my dreams giving a lap dance
Couldn't even talk to her then
I blew her back in
Hit it reverse and went back in
Used to be bummy way back then
We used to be broke that was past tense
Now you want me that don't make sense
Don't want to be stuck with a
Aye, Yuh
Rani is coming in clutch
He got them backends
I cannot hang I'm in the studio
Lately I'm tapped in
Let em' all know who we are
Talked to momma and I told her, her baby a star
Got no regard
Play with my heart and I'll tear it apart
Lifes good
Where do I start?
Out of pocket just a little bizarre
Pull up in fleets of too many cars, yeah
Know you're overwhelmed and I'm over that
You look stressed out and I'm so relaxed
I sent you messages I was fucked up so don't open that
I been coping on my own
Ballin' on my own, preaching on a song
Doing right, writing rights and wrongs
It cost too much I ain't doing free songs
Damn
Massage seats what I'm sitting in
I don't go to parties I ain't fitting in
She wants me to go with her just to get her in
Somehow now I'm ignorant
Never talked it up but I was building shit
Popped out now I'm killing this
I know my home girls really feeling this
They don't gotta question cause they know where my hearts at
I'm far from it but I come off like Yung Rani all that
I'd give it up and I don't want nun nun back
Your car ain't all that
I hate to break it to you I was reading up on your car fax
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Quit acting like you always had fans
It's just me and gang I don't even have friends
The girl of my dreams giving a lap dance
Couldn't even talk to her then
I blew her back in
Hit it reverse and went back in
Used to be bummy way back then
We used to be broke that was past tense
Now you want me that don't make sense
Don't want to be stuck with a
Aye, Yuh
Rani is coming in clutch
He got them backends
I cannot hang I'm in the studio
Lately I'm tapped in
Let em' all know who we are
Talked to momma and I told her, her baby a star
Got no regard
Play with my heart and I'll tear it apart
Lifes good
Where do I start?
Out of pocket just a little bizarre
Pull up in fleets of too many cars, yeah
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Writer(s): Robby El-hourani
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