Tomorrow
I'm not rich, but I can teach you how to ball Lost so many friends along the way, I miss
Them, but I'm scarred, I don't need bitches, I Just need a diamond chain and fancy car
My past was fucked up, so I keep thinking About tomorrow
Kobe from the 3, that's how I ball Don't get Too familiar, what you want
I've never seen an opp running up, cuz he be Wrong
Never seen one of my soldiers giving up Let That choppa sing it, whoa
Red dot on your nose, I swear that I ain't got Time for these hoes
Heartbreak trappin' in that, oh, whoa, whoa Hell no, I don't fuck with ya, I don't fuck with Drugs
Found me a lil shawty and she make me fall in Love
Drown me when I'm smoking on that tree, Can't feel my lungs
I'm not rich, but I can teach you how to ball Lost so many friends along the way, I miss Them
But I'm scarred I don't need bitches, I just Need a diamond chain
And fancy car My past was fucked up, so I keep Thinking
About tomorrow Kobe from the 3, that's how I Ball
Don't get too familiar what you want? I've Never seen an opp running up, cuz he be Wrong
Never seen one of my soldiers giving up
Hold up, wait a minute, let me get up on my Pedestal
They all on me, but I can't get you in my Schedule
I feel I'm a star, cause me and shawty off a Edible
When I get to the bag, better not call an Audible
What color is your flag? I said I'm not involved With that
And shawty run it back, she fucked so good I Had a heart attack
Can't tell me how to act, I'm from the hood
Lay back smoke this wood And that choppa Chopping back
but I don't want no part of that Gonna finish What I started
Got tired of putting the key in the ignition, Push to start it
Gotta wonder why I sell my self so short, I go Retarded
Yeah, I'm on that, just getting started, I go Retarded
And that choppa singing, whoa, whoa, whoa Red dot on your nose, whoa, whoa, whoa
Swear I don't got time for these hoes Heartbreak driving in and out, whoa, whoa, Whoa
I'm not rich, but I can teach you how to ball Lost so many friends along the way
I miss them, but I'm scared, I don't need Bitches
I just need a diamond chain and fancy cars My Past was fucked up
So I keep thinking about tomorrow Kobe from The beat, that's how I ball
Hey, don't get too familiar, what you want? I've Never seen an opp running up
Cuz he be wrong, Hey, never seen one of my Soldiers giving up
Let it, whoa, whoa, whoa
Them, but I'm scarred, I don't need bitches, I Just need a diamond chain and fancy car
My past was fucked up, so I keep thinking About tomorrow
Kobe from the 3, that's how I ball Don't get Too familiar, what you want
I've never seen an opp running up, cuz he be Wrong
Never seen one of my soldiers giving up Let That choppa sing it, whoa
Red dot on your nose, I swear that I ain't got Time for these hoes
Heartbreak trappin' in that, oh, whoa, whoa Hell no, I don't fuck with ya, I don't fuck with Drugs
Found me a lil shawty and she make me fall in Love
Drown me when I'm smoking on that tree, Can't feel my lungs
I'm not rich, but I can teach you how to ball Lost so many friends along the way, I miss Them
But I'm scarred I don't need bitches, I just Need a diamond chain
And fancy car My past was fucked up, so I keep Thinking
About tomorrow Kobe from the 3, that's how I Ball
Don't get too familiar what you want? I've Never seen an opp running up, cuz he be Wrong
Never seen one of my soldiers giving up
Hold up, wait a minute, let me get up on my Pedestal
They all on me, but I can't get you in my Schedule
I feel I'm a star, cause me and shawty off a Edible
When I get to the bag, better not call an Audible
What color is your flag? I said I'm not involved With that
And shawty run it back, she fucked so good I Had a heart attack
Can't tell me how to act, I'm from the hood
Lay back smoke this wood And that choppa Chopping back
but I don't want no part of that Gonna finish What I started
Got tired of putting the key in the ignition, Push to start it
Gotta wonder why I sell my self so short, I go Retarded
Yeah, I'm on that, just getting started, I go Retarded
And that choppa singing, whoa, whoa, whoa Red dot on your nose, whoa, whoa, whoa
Swear I don't got time for these hoes Heartbreak driving in and out, whoa, whoa, Whoa
I'm not rich, but I can teach you how to ball Lost so many friends along the way
I miss them, but I'm scared, I don't need Bitches
I just need a diamond chain and fancy cars My Past was fucked up
So I keep thinking about tomorrow Kobe from The beat, that's how I ball
Hey, don't get too familiar, what you want? I've Never seen an opp running up
Cuz he be wrong, Hey, never seen one of my Soldiers giving up
Let it, whoa, whoa, whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Kautz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.