1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2. 1
Alright, alright, alright, alright
First thing first
Is I been rehearsing these verses
And as I hit the surface
And keep myself afloat
But I know one day
Yeah, I'm learning me some platinums
Make some gold
And all them neighbors could just reimburse the things they threw into my momma
Oh no, your purses will never run out no more
Goes back when I was small
We was poor
You would purchase the store
So here I go
Your little man has gots to go
I'm walking out the door
My momma just be smiling
'Cause she know I got my back
Ain't got to worry
Only thing she ask is that I hurry
Home in time for Christmas for some dinner
See you on TV
You gamble, you looking thinner
But you looking like a winner
Ay, you got to give to get
And then you give back
You got to give to get
And then you give back
You got to give to get
And then you give back
Then you give back
Then you, then you give back
Worse thing worse
I coulda be stealing your purse so just then
Put in a work and these images in the dirt
But ever since birth
I know I will be something honest person
Now I spit that dope that shit
Be hating
Into my poppa, my worth
Is my ball when you held me in your arms
Did you you know, oh lord
That a star was born
Then you name me
- 专辑：B4.DA.$$
- 歌手：Joey Bada$$
- 歌曲：Curry Chicken
