Swoleei - Go Figure

Where was you at when nobody was thinking of racing us
I remember when police was chasing us
Running around like I snorted some angel dust
I had so many niggas betraying us
They gon' turn around crying and blaming us
I do not give a fuck if they hating us
Cause I came from the bottom and scraping that pot
I came from apartments and shootings and drugs and abusing a lil' nigga done seen a lot
But I had my hand to the sky, and my hand on my mama cause that's really all that I got
Hop in the whip, I been speeding a lot
I just been breathing and dreaming a lot
Crash in the whip, I been sleeping a lot
Then hop in another one, speed off the lot, yeah
Got off the phone and he told me to get him, I got him
So we ran up on him and we fought him
That's what we had to do at the bottom
I used to play football for the team
I thought I was gon' be a baller
I went straight out of school with no offers
Picked the microphone up and I prospered
And my mama and daddy was yelling and telling me no and I should be a doctor
Or a lawyer
Or a teacher
Or an author
All this shit that be giving me torture
I said I wanna be a performer
Get in touch with the Swoleei supporters
Looking for you like Dora Explorer
On the board up
Of New Mexico
We moving straighter than heteros
Recording this after a year with a better flow
My bro in the field like a seminole
Diamonds they shine on my wrist, yeah his Kenneth Cole
Had to put on that mink cause it's getting cold
How you not tired of drinking, it's getting old
You done turned to a nigga I seen before
Had to go leave all them boys to complete the goal
Ain't that bout a bitch
Niggas see me getting rich
Pop a nigga in the shit
With my fist and with a stick
Pull up nigga what it do
Niggas see me play it cool
I been hanging with the gang
They been hanging with them tools
Follow my lead and just watch how I move
Bro got a stick, shoot
Smoking on purp got me dazed and confused
I wanna be rich so I hate when I snooze
Even though that I'm sleeping I'm still making some moves
Bread in my wallet boy look at my shoes
Left wrist pinker than Majin Buu
My niggas harder than combat boots
Hop in the whip yeah that hellcat zoom
This is a theme song
I'm a king, Leon
Pop a perc and I dream on
Going prime time yeah I'm feeling like Deion
Why I feel like they need sum'
And I found me a whip that I like I need three of 'em
Yeah that shit was like three sum'
And them boys coming yeah you better believe 'em
I ain't stopping for shit 'till I see some
This is some goat shit
And I know I'ma make it I'm proud and devoted
Niggas doing the most shit
I got up on my bread and look back to the hoe sense
Born richer
Don't have a spot for a broke nigga
Them niggas switched
Go figure
Remember the lows with no pictures
Turned the boy to a go getter

Written by:
Emanuel Tramontano

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