Mismatch
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Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb We could have the same Carti, shit look different through my lens Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada Big plaques walking through my crib, I got a lot of My block is hot, I walk through and I'm scared to step on lava My lil' homies proud of me and still be sellin' product I be flossing, valet runnin' to me when I park up Took her shoppin', got that girl a kit, it was a start up Expensive gas, they smelling my aroma when I spark up Don't take me simple, I'm the wrong tree that you should bark up (yeah) (Weezy outta here) Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb We could have the same Carti, shit look different through my lens Carti frames cost a lil' more 'cause they got icing Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you're her type Gambling, type to risk it all and throw the dice in Music business litty but I'm workin' on the low Man, these rap niggas be friendly, you just met 'em, now it's "Bro" I just touched down for a bag and rockin' Marni to a show Bitch is Wavy Gang, hoes getting gnarly on a boat Facemob, yeah, they call me that 'cause my hands in it I'm the first in Celine Timberlands, they should put me in the Guinness God's son, know I repent 'cause I be sinnin' Drop a bag and fuel the trenches, it ain't shit to see 'em spin it Know I'm staying litty (yeah, woo) Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb We could have the same Carti, shit look different through my lens (Weezy outta here)
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Written by: Navraj Goraya, Marcellus Register
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