21 Savage, DJ Khaled - WAY PAST LUCK lyrics

Woah, woah (We The Best Music)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, woah, woah (Another one, DJ Khaled)

I got fake friends givin' me hugs
I got record labels givin’ me dubs
You can't book me at clubs
Police hate me, white fans show me love
I just gave away bikes with a judge
I grew up in the mud
Legal money, I got rich from workin'
I give back to my hood on purpose
When you make it to the top
You know them rumors gon’ surface
Know you talk behind my back 'cause
Your ass always be nervous
Everything private on the jet
Wе got curtains
(Uh)
Thirty thousand feet and this
Bitch bust out twerkin'
I ain't from New Orleans
But I know that you hеard me
I don't play tennis, but the models
They serve me
Feel like I'm that nigga
But plenty women done curved me
Know my worth
I gave myself that many
Women didn't deserve me
Trusted you, gave you my heart
And you did nothin' but hurt me
But one thing ’bout them tables
They just don’t stop turning
One thing 'bout them tables
They just don’t stop
Yeah, one thing 'bout this money
It just won't stop
Heart inside the trenches, I can't go pop
We make street records and they go pop
Still stand on business even though I’m rich
Niggas out of pocket, grab the pool stick
She don't get her purse
Then she gon' throw a fit
But she ride me like a rodeo, no bullshit
I own a lot of homes, I got good deeds
Dottin' all my I's and
Crossin' all my T's
Lookin' at my children, all I see is me
You know it's different when you
Responsible for how somebody breathe
Make sure that they eat
'cause I'm a hustler
I don't believe in ghosts
But he's a buster
Top shotta
The streets know how many niggas
We done roughed up
Ferrari one-point-two
Remember ridin' in a pluck-pluck
Forty million a year
This shit right here way past lucked up