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We Was

 

We Was


(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy
Ayy
Go
(48Hz)

Ayy, we was really in it, so I'm tryna get us out
We was really spinning, bending blocks and getting out, yeah
We was really winning, but I didn't figure out, yeah
We was really losing, then I felt like a loser
In front my son, can't be no fucking loser
Play your cards, pay attention, and I may could school ya, uh
I switch cars and fool you
You don't think I go harder, do ya?
And I can't hardly tutor, uh
Used to teach them how to be some shooters

Now I teach 'em how to build up money and maneuver
Really beat the streets, hallelujah, uh
We didn't choose the streets, no, the streets gotta choose ya, uh
Not tryna confuse ya
I know I'm different than usual
Really I just thank the Lord they listening to my music
I keep working, I can't lose it
Get that keyboard and abuse it
Get my feet forward and do it
He told and we knew it
Yeah, could've growed and he blew it
My chopper say, "How you doin'?"
Now these niggas funny moving
Funny actors moving backwards
Feeling like they soul captured, mine raptured
At first she was saying, "Black shirt," but she already knew me
And then I had looked on Instagram, fans fucking blew me, uh
Niggas making jokes out of real shit
Turn back to fans real quick, eat a real dick
I was in the Prada store drinking, on some chill shit
Beverly Hills shit, uh
Then I caught a bitch that caught a bitch

Ayy, we was really in it, so I'm tryna get us out
We was really spinning, bending blocks and getting out, yeah
We was really winning, but I didn't figure out, yeah
We was really losing, then I felt like a loser
In front my son, can't be no fucking loser
Play your cards, pay attention, and I may could school ya, uh
I switch cars and fool you
You don't think I go harder, do ya?
And I can't hardly tutor, uh
Used to teach them how to be some shooters

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