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Good company
Kid Quill
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T‐Pain
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🇬🇧 English · Original
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Bro, I'm thinking me delete this
Stay the fuck away from the studio
You can't rap, foresee it, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, yeah
Yeah, huh
Yeah, huh
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Yes sir!
Back
Aye
What does the world want from me?
Other than good company
And a couple dope songs and melodies
Stuck inside the American dream
Where the hustle's sold separately
Where everybody wants to be celebrities
My best friends
Grew up trading ball cards
Felonies
I wish that broken hearts had home remedies
Secrets out this music shits got more enemies than amenities
I could do this for a-a-a-a-infinity
Put all the tutorials on the shelf
We gettin' tired of watching history repeating itself
Unless it's birthdays long hugs late nights and ball gloves
Wish I was playing catch with these feelings that I balled up
But I can't drop the ball now
Friday night lights and we the talk of the town, yeah, yeah
We'd rather point fingers than hold hands
Fall in love at rap shows in T-shirts with metal bands
I'm sorry mom, but I think better when I'm not sober
Sorry dad, if I get pulled over
Came a long way from back home
Writing on my folders
Now these people waking up to me like Folgers
This for all my A-1, day one from the jump
Aye, real music for all my real soldiers
The ones that stuck with me
When they watched these skipping stones turn to boulders
It's still the 94.3 Me, I'm just older
Aye, and I can loop round the block in five minutes
I can tell ya if it's hot or it's not
Eyes closed, one hand because I do it a lot
From Naptown, the sleepy city where the dreams get caught, ayy
From Naptown, the sleepy city where the dreams get caught, ayy
Hey (hey)
You should see me when I come into the hallways
Shawties give me sugar (sugar), niggas looking salty (ya)
I'm quick to cook the beat, melody's getting sauteed (ya)
I got the look they just tellin' me what they all say (aye)
I got ya bitch in good hands, she call me All-State yeah (yeah)
Fight like a mans and tell ya dawgs "Stay back"
'Fore ya all laid flat
(You better hold and control 'em bruh)
Yeah, this is all straight facts
(For real, like swollen linoleum)
Yeah, I don't care how many I -
Don't stop 'til I get enough
I can come and dig her out
You can come and pick her up (up)
And if we can't talk we goin' to fisticuffs
My people gon' scratch you out
You startin' to itch too much
But I digress, this too-high stress
'Cause I put money down, Hunnid rounds
Who got next, niggas startin' to sound funny now
But you in debt really necklace in video set trippin' the rest empty
You can't pay me to be fake
You can't tempt me
Don't give a fuck 'bout that cheesesteak
I got bread with me
So catch me eating a fuckin' money sandwich
Tequila give me plus a hundred damage, yeah
Locked inside my room doin' verses every day for three summers
If I'm another day wiser why's the world a day dumber, aye
Kids bein' kids just becoming what they wanna
So I'm locked inside my room doin' verses every day for three
Stuck inside this tiny ass apartment I'm tryna cut all the records
The neighbours sweepin' the carpet
I laugh it off, crack the window open and I spark it
Told Kevin feed me beats my hard drive is just starvin'
Ayy
Spring cleaning in the summer let's take a trip to the market
I pull up, put the hazards on and I park it
Told Justin this the debut I'm just gettin' started
And when I smile, the world smiles back
Tell me what you know 'bout that?
And when I smile, the world smiles back
Tell me what you know 'bout that?
Aye, outside of these four walls
Feel like I barely know myself at all
But when I smile, the world smiles back
Tell me what you know 'bout that?
But when I smile, the world smiles back
Tell me what you know 'bout that?
And when I smile, the world smiles back
Tell me what you know 'bout that?
Aye, outside of these four walls
I feel like I barely know myself at all
But when I smile, the world smiles back
Tell me what you know 'bout that?