Lay them on the fucking table, we got choicesĪnd if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices Now we get faded, when we want girl, we got choices Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his JordansĪnd flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix I used to roam around the town when I was homeless
I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems She tried to take a selfie at my grandma’s funeral My cousin said I made it big and it’s unusual
When I had no crib I guess you call that shit a miracle I’m just tryna live life through a new lensĭriving by the streets I used to walk through I’m a villain in my city, I just made another killingĪnd I miss my city man it’s been a minuteĬruise through the west-end in my new Benz I’m still rocking camo and still roll with shooters I’m talking about the ones from the beginningĭon’t believe the rumours bitch, I’m still a user I think these hoes deserve another fixing Singing ’bout popping pills, fucking bitches, living life so trill Go tell them what you know, what you seen I’m never rocking white, I’m like a racist I do shit how I want, don’t need no blessing These niggas they been doing too much flexingĪnd they’re about to call the wrong attentionĪnd I ain’t got no patience, no more testing Tell Your Friends – 5:34 – Explicit Written By – The Weeknd, Robert Holmes, Che Pope, Carl Marshall, Illangelo, Kanye West Labrinth – 4:41 Written By – The Weeknd, Labrinth, Illangeloģ. That real life, real life, real life, real lifeĭon’t waste precious tears on me, I’m not worth the miseryĢ. I’ll be the same, never changed for nothin’ Tell ’em this boy wasn’t meant for lovin’ Real Life – 3:43 Written By – The Weeknd, DaHeala, Stephen Moccio Review – 6/10 (17 contributors) Track List and Lyrics: 1. Publisher: BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.Main Contributors – The Weeknd (14), Belly (6), Illangelo (6), DeHeala (6) Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Carl Marshall, Carlo Montagnese, Che Pope, Kanye West, Mike Dean, Noah Goldstein, Robert Holmes Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, living life so trill They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless If they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices Leave 'em on the fucking table, we got choices Now we get faded when we want girl, we got choices Me and my Lamar would rob a nigga for his JordansĪnd flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix I was broken, I was broke, I was so broke She tried to take a selfie at my grandmas funeral My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual
Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, sipping XO When I had no crib I guess you call that shit I've been through I'm just trynna live life through a new lensĭriving by the streets I used to walk through I'm a villain in my city, I just made another killingĪnd I miss my city man it's been a minuteĬruise through the west-end in my new Benz I'm still rocking camo, I still roll with shooters Talking about the racks that we be gettingĭon't believe the rumours bitch, I'm still a user I think these hounds deserve another fixin' Singing bout poppin pills, fucking bitches, living life, so true I'm never rocking white, I'm like a racistĭo an ounce get some dick, tell your friends about it Nobody stopping us, cause we been destined I do shit how I want, don't need no blessing These niggas they been doing too much flexingĪnd I ain't got no patience, no more testing
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