Letras
(What- What- What they talkin' 'bout, Traigo?)
(Ain't no fuckin' way, Chance)
Crib cold, father gone
It's two kids in that car seat, I'm wonderin' what went wrong
I'm him but I ain't that cocky, they stoppin' to come just watch me
I'm doin' this shit like Ali, outside, I ain't been home
I keep on dodgin' feds, this jail time on my head
I do think 'bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead
I'm way too powerful for my age, I'm best off killed
So many thoughts inside one brain, but his motivation is gettin' the bread
You can fuck every nigga you want you still ain't gettin' no money
You can run up a hunni' in all blues that still don't change you ugly
I can fuck off a million in all cash they still gon' think I'm punchin'
I done built up a rap sheet all bad, they won't trust Go for nothin'
Tryna pin me in, no Insta cashes, I ain't wanna read the books
You can let them make you a modern slave, but not me, that shit cooked
Tryna ball me out, I done built a name, I ain't finna go out like Nuk
Ain't no robbin' me, you ain't gettin' a chain, but somebody life gettin' took
In cars we play high speed games
You can race me home, catch me if you can
My mom would say, "It's a weed thing if you can't love yourself"
So I smoke every strain
You can burn my hands I'm still gon' have that monyon comin' in
He wasn't even the oldest, he seen mama gettin' hit by a man
I could be done in seconds, company good but trust I'm cool without it
Prep up then go in then once you reach that point, go up again
In cars we play high speed games
You can race me home, catch me if you can
My mom would say, "It's a weed thing if you can't love yourself"
So I smoke every strain
Crib cold, father gone
It's two kids in that car seat, I'm wonderin' what went wrong
I'm him but I ain't that cocky, they stoppin' to come just watch me
I'm doin' this shit like Ali, outside, I ain't been home
I keep on dodgin' feds, this jail time on my head
I do think 'bout them red flags, it's no peace, I ain't dead