Lyrics
You play background for that Pape for my cheese im frontline
You play background for that Pape for my cheese im frontline
Grab you switch, it's time to go, get off your phone, it's crunch time
I bet they think I sold my soul, I'm in my bag off punchlines
You better have that shit right with you, cause you cannot touch mine
Yeah, you better have your shit, better stay up on your shit too
I lost this shit like plenty times, I talk about it in the booth
Yeah, they play like life is good, but they won't never speak they truth
I wanted something fat up in the hood, so I ain't drop no coupe
I wanted something fat up in my pockets, so I ain't go to school
I could've went, my grades was up to par, I swear I promise you
Who is you? They won't never ask, I bet they know my story
I'm so deep in, been searching for the bag like it's Dory
I'm a real shit talker, I can't make a song like Vory
I think it's time you give it up, ain't seen no progress, bitch you touching 40
All she want is that attention, all she want is that attention
Got this bitch acting so French made
Don't give a fuck how good you suck, can't never get your rent paid
I could boss her up before she knew me, she was with Chick-fil-A
I got money coming in, but I can't lie, still see rainy days
Need better ways its sad what we gotta do to see some better pay
Might walk a nigga down, and once he do it, get to skipping states
All around, she been all around, bitch I don't wanna taste
Some niggas got that rap shit down, but they flaw, & I can't fake it
I just pray I make it, but it's gon' take more than that
That winning record tank it, niggas can't get no passes
These Versace frames, these is not no school glasses
I'll sell my studio before I donate plasma
You play background for that Pape for my cheese im frontline
Grab you switch, it's time to go, get off your phone, it's crunch time
I bet they think I sold my soul, I'm in my bag off punchlines
You better have that shit right with you, cause you cannot touch mines
Shawn Robinson
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