[Intro]
Although my heart may be weak, it's not alone
It's grown with each new experience, and it's found a home with all the friends I've made. I've become part of their heart just as they've become part of mine. And if they think of me now and then, if they don't forget me, then our hearts will be one. I don't need a weapon, my friends are my power!
[Verse]
Polo Sport on my shorts, crib with the tennis courts
Spark the blunt and drop the top, CDG with polka dots
In that vintage Tommy coat, hit the weed and I'ma float, ayy
Gucci denim jacket, take the Swisher then I crack it
'97 Tommy Hill, countin' hunnid dollar bills
Ladies in the swimming pool, keep that shit for real
I'ma keep that shit a buck, homie, why you actin' tough?
Did 100K subs, took the check and run it up
Bitch, I'm on some grown shit, produce my own shit
I don't do no fuckin' features, did this on my own, bitch
Oh shit, they say, "Oliver, we want that old shit"
Bitch, I'm goin' hard as ever, what the fuck you want, bitch? Yeah
Ooh, smokin' plenty dope, now I rock designer clothes
Man, I used to be a janitor and now I got some hoes
Bitch, I'm ballin' like a pro, bitch, you don't and now you know
I walked straight up to my manager and said, "I gots to go"
Aahj, he told me it's a go, man, I did this for the glow
I'm prolific with this shit, these other rappers movin' slow, ayy
Dope in the shoulder bag, need a bitch that throw it back
Blowing gas, foot up in the clutch, you'll see me blowing past
That beat is fire, the flow is gas
They said to cut my emo bangs and now they sayin', "Grow 'em back"
Yeah, I'm on my bullshit so stay out my business
When they talkin' they shit, I swear I can't hear it, nah
Although my heart may be weak, it's not alone
It's grown with each new experience, and it's found a home with all the friends I've made. I've become part of their heart just as they've become part of mine. And if they think of me now and then, if they don't forget me, then our hearts will be one. I don't need a weapon, my friends are my power!
[Verse]
Polo Sport on my shorts, crib with the tennis courts
Spark the blunt and drop the top, CDG with polka dots
In that vintage Tommy coat, hit the weed and I'ma float, ayy
Gucci denim jacket, take the Swisher then I crack it
'97 Tommy Hill, countin' hunnid dollar bills
Ladies in the swimming pool, keep that shit for real
I'ma keep that shit a buck, homie, why you actin' tough?
Did 100K subs, took the check and run it up
Bitch, I'm on some grown shit, produce my own shit
I don't do no fuckin' features, did this on my own, bitch
Oh shit, they say, "Oliver, we want that old shit"
Bitch, I'm goin' hard as ever, what the fuck you want, bitch? Yeah
Ooh, smokin' plenty dope, now I rock designer clothes
Man, I used to be a janitor and now I got some hoes
Bitch, I'm ballin' like a pro, bitch, you don't and now you know
I walked straight up to my manager and said, "I gots to go"
Aahj, he told me it's a go, man, I did this for the glow
I'm prolific with this shit, these other rappers movin' slow, ayy
Dope in the shoulder bag, need a bitch that throw it back
Blowing gas, foot up in the clutch, you'll see me blowing past
That beat is fire, the flow is gas
They said to cut my emo bangs and now they sayin', "Grow 'em back"
Yeah, I'm on my bullshit so stay out my business
When they talkin' they shit, I swear I can't hear it, nah
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