Testo Friends & Family - NAV
Testo della canzone Friends & Family (NAV), tratta dall'album Emergency Tsunami
Wheezy outta here
To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow, I made it out the block (woah)
I hit the road, I spend a 20 clip minimum every time I wanna shop
High out my mind
I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got (woah)
I'm gettin' bags, I'm right in the middle of quarantine
Made ten million on the dot
Rick Owen pants, my right pocket full of them Xans
I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan, I told 'em, "Just follow my lead"
And I took my whole team to the top
Don't check the tag and I don't check the receipt
If I see it, I want it, I cop
Shoutout GB's, I got some connections in Queens
I get my J's before they drop
Where do I start?
All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin' and I fill my cart
You wouldn't believe me, I just been takin' it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'
Your actions lookin' deceivin'
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic
And I feel like Mic' Jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces
I make the plan, then they gon' hop out the van
And take you for whatever you got
My bitch is tanned, I'm on a yacht out in Cabo
Got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked, fuck around, tell her I love her
But I really use her for sex
Let her be free, I ain't 'bout catchin' no feelings
I'm catchin' a flight on a jet
She try to leave me, no, I'm not takin' it easy
Fuck on her friend, she upset
Knew I was smart, my teachers ain't think I'd achieve
Give a fuck about passin' a test
They wanna be me, million in diamonds, believe me
Got rings, I could buy a Patek
Opps lookin' dusty, I got some demons
So trust me, keepin' my foot on they neck
Where do I start?
All of my albums on charts, all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope
I was just broke as a joke, I go shoppin' and I fill my cart
You wouldn't believe me, I just been takin' it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'
Your actions lookin' deceivin'
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic
And I feel like Mic' Jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ
I got them Louis V pants, and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet
I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces
Wheezy outta here
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Amir Esmailian, Jasper Harris, Navraj Singh Goraya
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