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ratlin – came up كلمات اغاني

{verse 1}
like, i’d rather be rich not famous (f_ck’s sake)
them n_ggas changed for a lil’ bit of paper (never change)
we in the game now a lot of sh_t changed up (huh)
used to trap in the rain with the strangers [?]
we all paid now i’m used the sh_t
twenty racks on my chain like i’m due to be rich (money)
in the coupe with your b_tch (yeh)
these balmains hold a few in the zips
my whip game’s good, i turned two into six (whip, whip, whip, whip)
blew bags on sticks for the strip, it’s the boss life (it’s the boss life)
i came up from the block life (from the block)
i heard them n_ggas warn rob i (come)
but the third got ’em shook ’cause i pop mine
i’m used to the crud
now it’s top floor suites with a view on the top
i’m gettin’ used to the love (we really live this)
all i need is some juice in my cup
the only way is up, i’m too used to the love [?]

{chorus}
they wanna know how we came up
they confused cah we came from the streets, now they all wanna rate us
fake f_cks
i remember all them days shottin’ light in the rain till it paid off
now my cake cut
now i travel overseas tryna bring my whole team to jamaica
life changed up
they all gassed but them f_ck n_ggas ain’t us

{verse 2}
they never seen a thug like me (never)
they never shut down a club like me (never)
she wanna pull up in a drop with a g
she confused cah we came from the streets
look at life how we came up
them f_ck boys ain’t us
i’m ridin’ round in a range, i can get your strip taped off (taped off)
my lifestyle’s straight boss (grrrah!)
like i remember the days i was trappin’ on the mains (trappin’ on the mains)
face bait now i rap i’m a household name (rap)
more money, more gyal
i can feel it in my veins (more everyting)
i wanna blow, throw racks off the stage
all these chains on my neck, gotta thug it for the [?] (light)
two on the lubes for the suede it’s a madness (madness)
back then i never had this (huh)
we at the top now
we gettin’ paid off this rap sh_t (we gettin’ paid)
no more money in my mattress

{chorus}
they wanna know how we came up
they confused cah we came from the streets
now they all wanna rate us
fake f_cks
i remember all them days shottin’ light in the rain till it paid off
now my cake cut
now i travel overseas tryna bring my whole team to jamaica
life changed up
they all gassed but them f_ck n_ggas ain’t us

- ratlin

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