[Swae Lee]
How can I be somethin' I'm not? (Yeah, yeah)
I guess a broken soul (No), don't make a happy home (Hey)
[Swae Lee]
If they cross me, then they dead to me, and they ain't even deceased
Runnin' through these streets and I can't even find no kind of peace
Stripes all on the whip and I ain't even signed no kind of lease
Headed to the top, I need a harness, 'cause the climb's steep
Uh, G6 take you 'round the world, and you can make some condo
Never looked at niggas with no envy, thinkin' that should be us
Yeah, you can never text again or you can make a fuss
I'll just have more money, if I'm lonely with a million bucks (Bucks)
Everythin' unfoldin', like a chapter in a children's book
From the window out a plane, I can tell the city crooked (Crooked)
I can see you in the spotlight, how you're fuckin' it up (Up)
Couple pretty bitches I keep with me that I never touched (Touched)
[Swae Lee]
How can I be somethin' I'm not?
I know a broken soul, don't make a happy home
[Slim Jxmmi]
Questionin' myself, like, how can I be somethin' I'm not?
I grew from the mud, like a plant in a pot
I pop like a jack-in-the-box, my stock went straight to the top
Got big rocks that make the temperature drop, yellin', "R.I.P. my pops"
Wishin' I could press rewind and get lil' Michael out that box
And it's fuckin' with my mind, but the grind don't ever stop
Got me prayin' for sunshine, oh, yeah
And I'm focused, so it's money everywhere
My whole night was based around paper-chasin'
I'm goin' out to Cali' and it's like a vacation
Fuck a red light, I'm in the Hellcat, racin'
I know them blessings comin', but it's hard to stay patient
[Swae Lee]
How can I be somethin' I'm not?
I know a broken soul, don't make a happy home
How can I be somethin' I'm not?
[Swae Lee]
Gold T.A.'s, let me take you somewhere more appropriate (Appropriate)
Purple haze, maybe we've been rollin' it and smokin' (Chokin')
Brighter days, I remember dreamin' 'bout this shit, yeah ('Bout this shit)
Tidal waves, I was on one when I wrote this shit (Wrote this shit)
Got the Drac', I'm tryna get me a billion, just like Dr. Dre
Not today, niggas tryna stop me, got 'em out my way
Keepin' it real, free of charge, but they had to pay
Uh, keepin' it G is free of charge, but they had to pay
Dirty sneaks, just from runnin' errands, had to throw 'em away
When I lay her down at night, I pray to God my soul to take
Thirty-piece, tryna put it up, it's time to up the stakes
Twenty pounds of money on me, I'm startin' to think I'm overweight
My whole day was based around paper-chasin'
Send the duffel on the plane and disappear, like bae-cation
Broken soul don't make a happy home
How can I be somethin' I'm not? Oh no (Broken soul)
How can I be someone who lied to you? Yeah
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