But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,
Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap
And all that deep shit i was previously down for
I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door
Entered the living room, wouldn't believe what i would find.
Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind
Living lives i wish i had
I promise i'mma call you back
I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,
Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Entered the living room, wouldn't believe what i would find.
Cause i had the opportunity, to do it and not survive and stop living
I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging
Came to the uk with one suitcase, they were loving the view
Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you
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