8Track - Tom Sawya lyrics

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8Track - Tom Sawya lyrics

[Verse 1] It's crazy how the same thing can make you smile Can make you cry, no 2 Chainz, but tell no lie I make cake for a livin', never made no pot The same n***a hangin' with you, try to frame your guy I still ate good for Thanksgivin' But I ain't have no thanks to give To these f** n***as, boy, I got a chip on my shoulder Strawberry cold, jacket colder Got me rollin' on the river So much paper, I started carryin' scissors Damn high, ain't on Forbes yet Waiter still ain't brought no fork yet I'm hoggin' in the motherf**er 2 told me that the whole hood ain't behind ya, n***a I should have know, man, Houston like second home I hit the barber shop, real pimps playin' my song For a minute take my mind off the pressure at home Everybody play it different when they think you done blown The jackers lookin' for the j**elry and the pictures they show If you don't know me by now, we ain't kickin' at home I think I got a slight case of paranoia, oh yeah Local rappers mad that they ain't made it before ya Gotta mean team for menace, to my lawyer b**hes wanna burry my feds, I'm Tom Sawyer Swimmin' to the money, I employ you [Hook] All I wanted was [?] Back then with a bad b**h and a bad friend Now mama proud of a n***a I ride by, they just smile at a n***a Where my haters go? I can't find them [Verse 2] Mama still ain't got that brand new house, man, we need that My woman still ain't got that brand new bye bye But me and Mike on the grind like the rap game consistent Smoke a fat blunt and try to find a good rib eye I see you watchin' me with your real eye, bumpin' that Fetty sh** Such a coincidence, [?] Did the dime for you boy, all summer Let 'em know I'm comin', they talkin' fresh but I was talkin' tree high I dare your bread 'bout that deal you got The one you sold your soul, on Snapchat still lyin' to hoes We let you slide 'cause you really not a factor Plus I, you never had no hoes Some people won't understand, I'm tryna make that dough And see LA, we was grindin' out here makin' dough I tried to visualise the moment, know it's comin' Always celebrate this sh** when a young n***a make it [Hook] All I wanted was [?] Back then with a bad b**h and a bad friend Now mama proud of a n***a I ride by, they just smile at a n***a Where my haters go? I can't find them

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