作词 : Vic Santoro 作曲 : Vic Santoro/Michelin Shin No regrets, had to level up Holla’d at the jeweller, put baguettes on that bezeller The ish I’m on isn’t regular, Vic ain’t really bout it that’s a lie don’t let em tell you that
I ain’t looking in the mirror on these haters when I slide off Young bruddas looking iced off I might hit maroush with a ting I wanna slide on There’s a couple tings I wanna style on, My attitude is nylon, my arsenal is saigon Let bygones be bygones, don’t try that with my dons Money’s what my minds on and nobody gave it to me, I had to go and find some
Yeah I had to drop a couple people out They was getting comfortable thinking that we’re equal now, So me and them can’t mix again, got a couple pals moving nose like the Mexicans I need a mash that got legs on it and bad ting by my side who's dead honest I’m gonna mash this works put your bets on him, Ten floors up I ain’t worried bout no dead comments
No regrets, had to level up Holla’d at the jeweller, put baguettes on that bezeller The ish I’m on isn’t regular, Vic ain’t really bout it that’s a lie don’t let em tell you that
Money calling that’s my cellular, Yeah that food is bosh don’t let em sell you that Getting top from a ting and get a call from a next ting and I was like I’ll bell you back Catching up with destiny, she was like what held you back, I was like I was in the dark thinking where you at ‘Til I found a torch, shined it out, I’m like there you are Then she said I kept your dreams safe see here you are
Yeah it’s real life when I tell ts, before mics and the telly Was all nighters with cellis, I bought mine and I’m ready We all ride for the belly, yeah I was full time with a semi
Had to clock the game now my ting is patterned I ain’t on a move nowadays when I’m seen in Hatton Real talk yeah I’ve seen it cracking When you really leave all to God, anything can happen
作词 : Vic Santoro 作曲 : Vic Santoro/Michelin Shin No regrets, had to level up Holla’d at the jeweller, put baguettes on that bezeller The ish I’m on isn’t regular, Vic ain’t really bout it that’s a lie don’t let em tell you that
I ain’t looking in the mirror on these haters when I slide off Young bruddas looking iced off I might hit maroush with a ting I wanna slide on There’s a couple tings I wanna style on, My attitude is nylon, my arsenal is saigon Let bygones be bygones, don’t try that with my dons Money’s what my minds on and nobody gave it to me, I had to go and find some
Yeah I had to drop a couple people out They was getting comfortable thinking that we’re equal now, So me and them can’t mix again, got a couple pals moving nose like the Mexicans I need a mash that got legs on it and bad ting by my side who's dead honest I’m gonna mash this works put your bets on him, Ten floors up I ain’t worried bout no dead comments
No regrets, had to level up Holla’d at the jeweller, put baguettes on that bezeller The ish I’m on isn’t regular, Vic ain’t really bout it that’s a lie don’t let em tell you that
Money calling that’s my cellular, Yeah that food is bosh don’t let em sell you that Getting top from a ting and get a call from a next ting and I was like I’ll bell you back Catching up with destiny, she was like what held you back, I was like I was in the dark thinking where you at ‘Til I found a torch, shined it out, I’m like there you are Then she said I kept your dreams safe see here you are
Yeah it’s real life when I tell ts, before mics and the telly Was all nighters with cellis, I bought mine and I’m ready We all ride for the belly, yeah I was full time with a semi
Had to clock the game now my ting is patterned I ain’t on a move nowadays when I’m seen in Hatton Real talk yeah I’ve seen it cracking When you really leave all to God, anything can happen
