Rewind Me
Ay
Yeah
I don't got to throw shade it's too sunny over here
Ay
I Don't
Ay
I don't got to throw shade it's too sunny over here
Grass greener and the drinks colder over here
All my niggas eating so the elevation really what they notice over here
Last minute flight I took it to the southern hemisphere
Listen
Standing next to these niggas don't even look right
How's he rich on the internet but not real life
She bought follows, I never followed in real life
Walked past I never even looked at the ass
I'm still talking how these niggas feel
Cup full of cognac just to make us feel
Spent money just to let these niggas know it's real
Gained 10 pounds it's obvious we eating still
I'm in the kitchen making granny up a vegan meal
Two door rental, I spilled Henny on the window seal
I'm still rapping for corner lords with the felonies
First thing he did when he hit the cell was fell to knees
Un
Look
Lifestyle comes with expensive fees
If I bought the whip it's coming with accessories
She like a nigga who can stretch a cross the seven seas
Yeah
Look
Hard to love when you know that you gone probably leave
Hard to fly when you feel like you ain't never free
When I die hoping I can finally feel the breeze
Aye
I don't wanna lose
Look
I pull up in white bricks preferring Adidas kicks
Sixteen two for 89 was the bid
Rochelle was still fuckin with me
I was supposed to give her kids
Funny how we still petty over shit we did as kids
Hold on, Church
I like being humble even though my niggas don't
Tried to stop saying nigga, but I know I won't
She tried to get me in my feelings so I built a moat
Left her ass home alone like Macaulay Culkin
Hold On
Grudges from the 90's, got a nigga feeling slimy
Used to blame it on my talent I just think it's timing
Shit could've been so different I just can't rewind me
I just can't rewind me
I just can't rewind me
Yeah
Look broke bonds I know shit will never be the same
I used to block text messages when she complained
Moved shorty out to LA just to escape the rain
Yeah
Aye
G Star jacket and Versace robe,
Neck full of gold how he not go platinum sold
Early 30's got me tapping in a different mode
Yeah
Shorty called my man saying she's a week late
Have a baby with me is winning a sweepstakes
Told her she can wear whatever just don't be late
Yeah
Yeah
I don't got to throw shade it's too sunny over here
Ay
I Don't
Ay
I don't got to throw shade it's too sunny over here
Grass greener and the drinks colder over here
All my niggas eating so the elevation really what they notice over here
Last minute flight I took it to the southern hemisphere
Listen
Standing next to these niggas don't even look right
How's he rich on the internet but not real life
She bought follows, I never followed in real life
Walked past I never even looked at the ass
I'm still talking how these niggas feel
Cup full of cognac just to make us feel
Spent money just to let these niggas know it's real
Gained 10 pounds it's obvious we eating still
I'm in the kitchen making granny up a vegan meal
Two door rental, I spilled Henny on the window seal
I'm still rapping for corner lords with the felonies
First thing he did when he hit the cell was fell to knees
Un
Look
Lifestyle comes with expensive fees
If I bought the whip it's coming with accessories
She like a nigga who can stretch a cross the seven seas
Yeah
Look
Hard to love when you know that you gone probably leave
Hard to fly when you feel like you ain't never free
When I die hoping I can finally feel the breeze
Aye
I don't wanna lose
Look
I pull up in white bricks preferring Adidas kicks
Sixteen two for 89 was the bid
Rochelle was still fuckin with me
I was supposed to give her kids
Funny how we still petty over shit we did as kids
Hold on, Church
I like being humble even though my niggas don't
Tried to stop saying nigga, but I know I won't
She tried to get me in my feelings so I built a moat
Left her ass home alone like Macaulay Culkin
Hold On
Grudges from the 90's, got a nigga feeling slimy
Used to blame it on my talent I just think it's timing
Shit could've been so different I just can't rewind me
I just can't rewind me
I just can't rewind me
Yeah
Look broke bonds I know shit will never be the same
I used to block text messages when she complained
Moved shorty out to LA just to escape the rain
Yeah
Aye
G Star jacket and Versace robe,
Neck full of gold how he not go platinum sold
Early 30's got me tapping in a different mode
Yeah
Shorty called my man saying she's a week late
Have a baby with me is winning a sweepstakes
Told her she can wear whatever just don't be late
Yeah
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Writer(s): Christian Cooper
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