The Sylmar Kid

Pull up like a bad bitch
With a chain on my neck and a chain on my wrist
And the scent from Dior
And the shirt from the thrift
And I'm loved and adored from the '8' to the '6' like... like
Like I skate on the beat
Talk cut short, got places to be
Can't stay long cuz I'm charging a fee
And the show sold out so they waiting on me

Ooo when you look this good, you ain't gotta say shit cuz it's understood, I said
Ooo when you look this paid, you ain't gotta say shit cuz there's nothing to say, I said

Six figs just to make an appearance
Designer pants, used to shop in clearance
Love from the señoras fuck the Karens
Askin' for pics when I'm meeting the parents
And the car self-steering
Did it by myself but I still love sharing
And they can't stop starring
Still got the Focus but copped a McLaren
And the tour sold out
My dad got a boat and my mom got a house
My girl got a car and my cat got a mouse
And then I do the shows and control the crowds
First kid from my city to win a Grammy
Dedicate it to Granny
Standing ovation, hard work and patience
Now The Sylmar Kid rule the nation

Ooo when you look this good, you ain't gotta say shit cuz it's understood, I said
Ooo when you look this paid, you ain't gotta say shit cuz there's nothing to say, I said



Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link