Eli Glover - Can't Relate lyrics

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Eli Glover - Can't Relate lyrics

Can't Relate Intro: Ah ah yeah yeah, ugh Yeah yeah, aye I don't know why they coming at me like they know me or something my n***a. Like they was with me at the bottom or something f** is up with these n***as man? Yeah Ah ah, yeah Ah ah, can't relate YUER Gang, NoHeartClub b**h, let's get at it Like they don't even know me like that bruh Can't relate to these mother f**ers Chorus 1: Young n***a I'm just tryna make a play. Yeah yeah Paper chasing I be running to the cake. Yeah yeah. Spent a check and now she wetter than a lake Yeah yeah. I want the money, give a f** about the fame Yeah yeah. When you winning they all gone be all in ya face Yeah yeah. When you losing all these n***as go away Yeah yeah. Rain rain tell em go away. Yeah yeah If you ain't getting money b**h I can't relate Verse 1: Momma told me everyday to count my blessings NoHeart baby f** a b**h I love finenessing They said my life can slip away if you just let it f** what they saying I ain't tryna hear no lectures I want bread, I want cheese, I want lettuce I feel like Logic I ain't folding under pressure I f**ed this chick the other day and I just met her She said Veno can't nobody do me better You throwing ones, all my n***as throwing 50's Sipping liquor it be f**ing up my kidney What goes around comes around now It's litty She wanna F me up & down like my Fendi I got no heart, I just go hard. 10 bands popping bands in my Goyard b**h I'm out the roof, jumping out the roof. Damn that boy so rude. I'm a scurt off in a coupe Chorus 2: Young n***a I'm just tryna make a play Yeah yeah. Paper chasing I be running to the cake Yeah yeah. Spent a check and now she wetter than a lake. Yeah yeah. I want the money, give a f** about the fame. Yeah yeah. When you winning they all gone be all in ya face. Yeah yeah. When you losing all these n***as go away Yeah yeah. Rain rain tell em go away Yeah yeah. If you ain't getting money b**h I can't relate Verse 2: I call my brodie like n***a I'm with the gang If you ain't Y.G./N.H.C. we cannot hang These p**y n***as that's toting won't let it bang I'm the hottest out, call me Veno La Flame If she ain't going tell her get up out the way I'm tryna hit it I don't wanna know yo name I don't want no new friends, yeah it's too late You wasn't out there in all black, hitting stains Cuz we from the dirt. Put em in the dirt, hit em where it hurt. f** a help, did it by myself. Louie on my belt f** it bet, I just cut a check now we in Niemans Cuz you ain't real, if none of yo n***as eating You a joke n***a You broke n***a You a hoe n***a You fold n***a So lame, you got no chain, I just can't relate You featherweight, Buddha on my jeans, I'm finna meditate Chorus 3: Young n***a I'm just tryna make a play Yeah yeah. Paper chasing I be running to the cake Yeah yeah. Spent a check and now she wetter than a lake. Yeah yeah. I want the money, give a f** about the fame. Yeah yeah. When you winning they all gone be all in ya face. Yeah yeah. When you losing all these n***as go away Yeah yeah. Rain rain tell em go away Yeah yeah. If you ain't getting money b**h I can't relate

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