[Intro]
This is dedicated to all the pretty girls (Just the pretty girls?)
And the ugly girls too! (Alright)
To me you pretty anyway, baby (That's my baby)
Didn't I treat you right now? (Didn't I)
Didn't I give you everything? (Didn't I)
Didn't I do the best I could? (Didn't I)
Victor, turn down the music, you have school tomorrow
I tried my best just to be a man (Didn't I)
You're spending too much time in the studio, it is too much!
[Bridge: Vic Mensa]
Yeah, turn the track up in my headphones still
It's that soul man, that shit you could feel
Yeah, now let the drums drop
[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Didn't I tell you we was gon' make it to the top nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I
Didn't I tell you this was the new birth of the Roc, nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I, say I didn't
Send you that money when ya needed it cause you're my nigga
Didn't I, didn't I, say I didn't
Didn't I take off the morning just to ride with ya? Yeah
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
This feel like a rebirth, another day on this green Earth
I couldn't ask for much more man, shit could be worse
A fresh pair of jeans, a nice clean shirt
I'm on my island in the sun, shout out to Weezer
Who can you count on these days in 2017
Lil' nigga, big city, bigger dreams
I copped a house out in the hills just to switch scenes
And now they back home saying "How could Vic leave?"
I got Chicago on my mind like I'm Ray Charles
Georgia, promise I'll be faithful
I know I missed some action, I've been AWOL
I can't smoke witchu everyday, I ain't Nate Dogg
I put you up in my crib when you lost your granny house
You never gotta thank me for that man, that's family talk
I stayed in the studio, I took the Grammys off
And put my soul in this shit like I'm Diana Ross
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I
Tell you Joey Purp was finna get the whole city high? (purple!)
When you had your daughter, I was by your side
Then she took her first breaths, watched my niece came alive
I jumped on the first plane when Nikko dad died
I could see him through the window, he was flying through the sky
Looking down on you, proud of you
This is for Mr. Washington, I told you we was finna show out for you
This is dedicated to all the pretty girls (Just the pretty girls?)
And the ugly girls too! (Alright)
To me you pretty anyway, baby (That's my baby)
Didn't I treat you right now? (Didn't I)
Didn't I give you everything? (Didn't I)
Didn't I do the best I could? (Didn't I)
Victor, turn down the music, you have school tomorrow
I tried my best just to be a man (Didn't I)
You're spending too much time in the studio, it is too much!
[Bridge: Vic Mensa]
Yeah, turn the track up in my headphones still
It's that soul man, that shit you could feel
Yeah, now let the drums drop
[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Didn't I tell you we was gon' make it to the top nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I
Didn't I tell you this was the new birth of the Roc, nigga?
Didn't I, didn't I, say I didn't
Send you that money when ya needed it cause you're my nigga
Didn't I, didn't I, say I didn't
Didn't I take off the morning just to ride with ya? Yeah
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
This feel like a rebirth, another day on this green Earth
I couldn't ask for much more man, shit could be worse
A fresh pair of jeans, a nice clean shirt
I'm on my island in the sun, shout out to Weezer
Who can you count on these days in 2017
Lil' nigga, big city, bigger dreams
I copped a house out in the hills just to switch scenes
And now they back home saying "How could Vic leave?"
I got Chicago on my mind like I'm Ray Charles
Georgia, promise I'll be faithful
I know I missed some action, I've been AWOL
I can't smoke witchu everyday, I ain't Nate Dogg
I put you up in my crib when you lost your granny house
You never gotta thank me for that man, that's family talk
I stayed in the studio, I took the Grammys off
And put my soul in this shit like I'm Diana Ross
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I
Tell you Joey Purp was finna get the whole city high? (purple!)
When you had your daughter, I was by your side
Then she took her first breaths, watched my niece came alive
I jumped on the first plane when Nikko dad died
I could see him through the window, he was flying through the sky
Looking down on you, proud of you
This is for Mr. Washington, I told you we was finna show out for you
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