50s Lyrics

[Chorus]
I left my yard filled with fifties, didn't remember my bank card
I really wish bro was with me, he got an eight on his back like Lampard (Free up)
That can't be an opp tryna diss me, he was in the interview room singin' ballads (Turn)
He ain't on a damn thing, he's a wallad (Turn)
Like, how you don't feel embarrassed? (Turn, turn, turn, ayy)
Bad B lookin' all Nicki Minaj, plus I got a spaceship in my garage (Turn, told me turn)
My young boy went over there, bun somethin'
He need a sauna and a massage (Pow)
You know me, I kick back and manage
Sent them there [?] I thought that day, I was feelin' like van Gaal (Suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)
[Verse 1]
Is it trouble to talk 'bout drills?
When they all factual, I could gеt nicked and end up cancellеd (End up cancelled)
So, I'd rather go uptown and spray a little Dior Savauge (Turn)
I was upside givin' out pictures, done it so much, could've turned into a collage (Suh, suh)
They f*cks with the budge but love the white for like Nigel Farage (One)
I was screamin', "f*ck feds," 'cause I was bein' harassed
I was on eagle, bro's on
What you mean he won't take cash in Van Cleef? Them man are gonna have to boycott Harrods (Come on)
The hood's too hot, it's a first class flight to Accra (Turn, uh, turn)
Why they wanna put boiled eggs in my salad

[Chorus]
I left my yard filled with fifties, didn't remember my bank card
I really wish bro was with me, he got an eight on his back like Lampard (Free up)
That can't be an opp tryna diss me, he was in the interview room singin' ballads (Turn)
He ain't on a damn thing, he's a wallad (Turn) Like, how you don't feel embarrassed? (Turn, turn, turn, ayy)
Bad B lookin' all Nicki Minaj, plus I got a spaceship in my garage (Turn, told me turn)
My young boy went over there, bun somethin'
He need a sauna and a massage (Pow)
You know me, I kick back and manage
Sent them there [?] I thought that day, I was feelin' like van Gaal (Suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)

[Verse 2]
Is it struggle to talk about progress?
'Cause I don't want to flours
All I ever wanted is roses, I gave them a debut album
It's been hella mad, times flown since COVID
And my life went three, and everything more is a bonus
They wanna compare me to jokers
Everyone wanna be a trendin' rapper, try be a longevity rapper
Niggas gettin' their good bein' in the streets, niggas just gettin' it backwards
Anyway, back to the matter, I might drop a joint tape with sh
The fans callin' for, "Martin's Sofa"
It might be the first single from my second
[Chorus]
I left my yard filled with fifties, didn't remember my bank card
I really wish bro was with me, he got an eight on his back like Lampard (Free up)
That can't be an opp tryna diss me, he was in the interview room singin' ballads (Turn)
He ain't on a damn thing, he's a wallad (Turn)
Like, how you don't feel embarrassed? (Turn, turn, turn, ayy)
Bad B lookin' all Nicki Minaj, plus I got a spaceship in my garage (Turn, told me turn)
My young boy went over there, bun somethin'
He need a sauna and a massage (Pow)
You know me, I kick back and manage
Sent them there [?] I thought that day, I was feelin' like van Gaal (Suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)

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