Loner
Smoke a 3.5 in a day, they say kamo a stoner
Can't hang round niggas who fake, they say kamo a loner
All I know get to the dough, yeah I feel like I'm Homer
Leanin I'm off of the sprite, might end up in a coma
She tryna get a degree, she finna gimme diploma
Cali come straight from the T, no I can't hide the aroma
I get artistic as shit, how I made Lisa a moaner
Said I can't hang round niggas who fake, that's why they call me a loner
I got a house on my wrist invested in real estate
She got dat BBL, I can't tell if it's real or cake
VS1 diamonds with Clarity, hittin them tricks when they skate
Live life how I like, ain't tryna have no debate
I know that I'm finna be great, predictin' this shit like a psychic
I did this shit solo before, I know I don't need me no sidekick
I just wanna chill & get high, why niggas always wanna try shit
Got that karate chop on me, uh, I hit that boy with a fly kick
Damn, this pack got Beats like Dre not talking no mail
Damn, fuck the system, free my Unc up out of that jail
Damn, I face the J & then start movin slow like a snail
Damn, how many times I done almost went off of the rails
Claimin' he a trapstar but he isn't makin no sales
My crib just like the farm we be havin them bales
Hard drive almost full I got too many grails
These niggas claimin they know me but they steady be tellin' tales
Smoke a 3.5 in a day, they say kamo a stoner
Can't hang round niggas who fake, they say kamo a loner
All I know get to the dough, yeah I feel like I'm Homer
Leanin I'm off of the sprite, might end up in a coma
She tryna get a degree, she finna gimme diploma
Cali come straight from the T, no I can't hide the aroma
I get artistic as shit, how I made Lisa a moaner
Said I can't hang round niggas who fake, that's why they call me a loner
All these niggas around me, antisocial extrovert
I ain't have shit to my name I really had to put in that extra work
I don't acknowledge the pain cuz how would it help if I said that it hurt
Same niggas claimin you friends be plottin on how they gone do you the worst
All these niggas around me, antisocial extrovert
I ain't have shit to my name I really had to put in that extra work
I don't acknowledge the pain cuz how would it help if I said that it hurt
Same niggas claimin you friends be plottin on how they gone do you the worst
Can't hang round niggas who fake, they say kamo a loner
All I know get to the dough, yeah I feel like I'm Homer
Leanin I'm off of the sprite, might end up in a coma
She tryna get a degree, she finna gimme diploma
Cali come straight from the T, no I can't hide the aroma
I get artistic as shit, how I made Lisa a moaner
Said I can't hang round niggas who fake, that's why they call me a loner
I got a house on my wrist invested in real estate
She got dat BBL, I can't tell if it's real or cake
VS1 diamonds with Clarity, hittin them tricks when they skate
Live life how I like, ain't tryna have no debate
I know that I'm finna be great, predictin' this shit like a psychic
I did this shit solo before, I know I don't need me no sidekick
I just wanna chill & get high, why niggas always wanna try shit
Got that karate chop on me, uh, I hit that boy with a fly kick
Damn, this pack got Beats like Dre not talking no mail
Damn, fuck the system, free my Unc up out of that jail
Damn, I face the J & then start movin slow like a snail
Damn, how many times I done almost went off of the rails
Claimin' he a trapstar but he isn't makin no sales
My crib just like the farm we be havin them bales
Hard drive almost full I got too many grails
These niggas claimin they know me but they steady be tellin' tales
Smoke a 3.5 in a day, they say kamo a stoner
Can't hang round niggas who fake, they say kamo a loner
All I know get to the dough, yeah I feel like I'm Homer
Leanin I'm off of the sprite, might end up in a coma
She tryna get a degree, she finna gimme diploma
Cali come straight from the T, no I can't hide the aroma
I get artistic as shit, how I made Lisa a moaner
Said I can't hang round niggas who fake, that's why they call me a loner
All these niggas around me, antisocial extrovert
I ain't have shit to my name I really had to put in that extra work
I don't acknowledge the pain cuz how would it help if I said that it hurt
Same niggas claimin you friends be plottin on how they gone do you the worst
All these niggas around me, antisocial extrovert
I ain't have shit to my name I really had to put in that extra work
I don't acknowledge the pain cuz how would it help if I said that it hurt
Same niggas claimin you friends be plottin on how they gone do you the worst
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Writer(s): Keeley Ezeoguine
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