A-Reece - You Welcome (Outro) lyrics
[A-Reece - You Welcome Outro lyrics]
Got a lot of people in my life I don't need
For the weekend
An OG plug said, "Fuck em all, get the money"
Fourth quarter I'm off street corners the
Budget pay for all costs
Cash no card, nobody's starving
When I ball, the fam ball with me
Point guards
Russel Westbrook, Steph Curry, Chris Paul
I got your idol shook
Got em struggling to make a song
First I gave you Couldn't
I was mixing trap with the
Bars when they said I
Wouldn't do it cause I ain't did it before
Then I gave you Mgani cause I felt like you
Needed more to understand
The transition from rapper into an artist
Nigga play your part
Used to beg em to put me
On here's my favourite part
I don't even need them at all
Now my momma bigger than me
In the hood I swear
Fuss free, we all good out here
Like Big Sean, 2 Chainz just to make
My motherfucking point clear
Like Big Star Johnson quoted
'Nigga this my year'
Got these, Twitter monsters comparing
Me to my fans, my offspring
Niggas that look up to me like I'm dad
I got these
Insta models confessing because I'm
Up and I'm
Shining I done personified a chandelier
I got these
Journalists writing columns about the boy
I'm the topic now got em
Gossiping about the boy
Been a young king now address me as young God
Like a ground surface it's impossible
For me to fall now I
Don't do the subliminal don't go forward if I
Fuck with you I fuck with you
Till I'm gone and I know
Niggas who get physical
Like a job that don't do much except
Fuck up niggas that fuck with us
I, stack up the paper let the fam get a share
I do the shit for them I hope you're aware
Put yourself in my shoes I
Could give you a pair
The struggle will make you humble
As a Muslim man
The troubles of what is life will
Make you wise up and then
The hustle gon' be the muscle
Nigga I hope you grasping
Look, don't let this fame get
Your ass out of line
You human don't treat these people like
They're not of your kind
It's like, man, I hope you doing well
They ain't never see me coming
They just couldn't tell
CDs are the only other thing I'll sell
And now my phone memo phone
Full saved by the bell saved by the bell
For the weekend
An OG plug said, "Fuck em all, get the money"
Fourth quarter I'm off street corners the
Budget pay for all costs
Cash no card, nobody's starving
When I ball, the fam ball with me
Point guards
Russel Westbrook, Steph Curry, Chris Paul
I got your idol shook
Got em struggling to make a song
First I gave you Couldn't
I was mixing trap with the
Bars when they said I
Wouldn't do it cause I ain't did it before
Then I gave you Mgani cause I felt like you
Needed more to understand
The transition from rapper into an artist
Nigga play your part
Used to beg em to put me
On here's my favourite part
I don't even need them at all
Now my momma bigger than me
In the hood I swear
Fuss free, we all good out here
Like Big Sean, 2 Chainz just to make
My motherfucking point clear
Like Big Star Johnson quoted
'Nigga this my year'
Got these, Twitter monsters comparing
Me to my fans, my offspring
Niggas that look up to me like I'm dad
I got these
Insta models confessing because I'm
Up and I'm
Shining I done personified a chandelier
I got these
Journalists writing columns about the boy
I'm the topic now got em
Gossiping about the boy
Been a young king now address me as young God
Like a ground surface it's impossible
For me to fall now I
Don't do the subliminal don't go forward if I
Fuck with you I fuck with you
Till I'm gone and I know
Niggas who get physical
Like a job that don't do much except
Fuck up niggas that fuck with us
I, stack up the paper let the fam get a share
I do the shit for them I hope you're aware
Put yourself in my shoes I
Could give you a pair
The struggle will make you humble
As a Muslim man
The troubles of what is life will
Make you wise up and then
The hustle gon' be the muscle
Nigga I hope you grasping
Look, don't let this fame get
Your ass out of line
You human don't treat these people like
They're not of your kind
It's like, man, I hope you doing well
They ain't never see me coming
They just couldn't tell
CDs are the only other thing I'll sell
And now my phone memo phone
Full saved by the bell saved by the bell