Letra Rich Dropout - Hurricane Wisdom
(Keyst—)
What we feel like? Some, some rockstar shit? (Keystone)
Ayy, huh
Ma, I'm finally rich, I never wanna hear 'bout school again
Whole world know me now, but, girl, I'm still your favorite hooligan
Relapsed off the drank a second time, I'm gon' get rude again
I'm still missin' screws
Like how the hell I got my pole in here?
Why you lookin' wrong in here?
Know I love my fans, I swear to God, I'll up and blow in here
Ayy, all my opps get trash bagged
Hit him twice, he mad-mad
Gang 'nem caught a body, went to shake, we call 'em Mad Max
Why these niggas cryin' on my phone, talkin' 'bout I had that?
Yeah, I had that
Money make these bitches crash fast
See, I saved you, I turned Zendaya into Ash Kaash
Boy, who played you?
I been the same way since high school, I never liked school, though
Ma, I'm finally rich, I never wanna hear 'bout school again
Whole world know me now, but, girl, I'm still your favorite hooligan
Relapsed off the drank a second time, I'm gon' get rude again
I'm still missin' screws
And I think I'm still missin' you
Uh, think it's just my mind probably, I can't read the room
Uh, think it's just my mind probably, I'm still needin' you
Uh, I don't got no time 'cause all the time I gave you
It's sad to say, since middle school, baby, you been the same you
Ma, I dropped out, I probably won't go back to school
Richer than my coach, principal and teachers too
I could probably buy the school, rent it out for all my goons
But until then, I'm makin' tunes, million-dollar calls on Zoom
Remember walkin' to the store, I tell my driver to the moon
I know sometimes it hurts, it's cool, that's just the way that life moves
That's just the way that life goes
Know the streets cold, know the streets
Ayy, mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, some shit like that
What we feel like? Some, some rockstar shit? (Keystone)
Ayy, huh
Ma, I'm finally rich, I never wanna hear 'bout school again
Whole world know me now, but, girl, I'm still your favorite hooligan
Relapsed off the drank a second time, I'm gon' get rude again
I'm still missin' screws
Like how the hell I got my pole in here?
Why you lookin' wrong in here?
Know I love my fans, I swear to God, I'll up and blow in here
Ayy, all my opps get trash bagged
Hit him twice, he mad-mad
Gang 'nem caught a body, went to shake, we call 'em Mad Max
Why these niggas cryin' on my phone, talkin' 'bout I had that?
Yeah, I had that
Money make these bitches crash fast
See, I saved you, I turned Zendaya into Ash Kaash
Boy, who played you?
I been the same way since high school, I never liked school, though
Ma, I'm finally rich, I never wanna hear 'bout school again
Whole world know me now, but, girl, I'm still your favorite hooligan
Relapsed off the drank a second time, I'm gon' get rude again
I'm still missin' screws
And I think I'm still missin' you
Uh, think it's just my mind probably, I can't read the room
Uh, think it's just my mind probably, I'm still needin' you
Uh, I don't got no time 'cause all the time I gave you
It's sad to say, since middle school, baby, you been the same you
Ma, I dropped out, I probably won't go back to school
Richer than my coach, principal and teachers too
I could probably buy the school, rent it out for all my goons
But until then, I'm makin' tunes, million-dollar calls on Zoom
Remember walkin' to the store, I tell my driver to the moon
I know sometimes it hurts, it's cool, that's just the way that life moves
That's just the way that life goes
Know the streets cold, know the streets
Ayy, mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, some shit like that
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