Hadif10k, midwxst, Lito - 17 lyrics
[Hadif10k, midwxst, Lito - 17 lyrics]
I've been counting up the racks
I've been getting to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even
Though she wanna flirt and 24
7, I put in the work my shooters just ready
I've been counting up the racks
I've been getting to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even
Though she wanna flirt and 24
7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt
Got this shit from the bottom
Got this from the dirt
Last year, I was down on my ass
I was fighting with depression
And fighting with school
I did not even know if I'd pass
Didn't know myself, didn't know
What I was doing
I didn't even know how to grasp
All of the feelings inside of head
But I look
Back on that shit and now I just laugh, yeah
I know you're mad, I can see it on your face
Say you smoke gas but you
Don't know your strains
Vivienne Westwood, it's all in the chain
Never can switch, baby, I'll stay the same
They gonna play, know this shit not a game
Fuck all the money, I don't need no fame
Don't wanna see you
Don't wanna see your face
Only care about me, 'cause I'm getting K's
I never can show up
'Cause nobody gives a fuck
Nobody that I can trust
Nobody that I can hold
(I never can show up)
('Cause nobody gives a fuck)
(Nobody that I can trust)
(Nobody that I can hold)
Yeah, yeah, boutta hit 10K
That shit real astounding
Finally made it up to the top of the mountain
Long time coming, know the
Days, I've been counting, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm in the studio like every damn day
Talking over Twitter, not to my face
Worth my time, nah, you's a waste, yeah
Yeah, yeah, getting in first, nah
No last place
Always wanna talk, always throwing that shade
I could care less about you say, yeah
Yeah, yeah, smoke me another, I need to chill
Never gon' catch me popping pills
If I do that shit, you can kill me
Seventeen, but I've been making them racks
Seventeen, but I've been shopping in Saks
Seventeen, but I've been spending them checks
Seventeen, but already know that I'm next
Seventeen, seeing my name in the press
Seventeen, making these niggas upset
Seventeen, got all the labels impressed
Seventeen, wearing my pride on my chest
I've been running to the racks
I've been running to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even
Though she wanna flirt and 24
7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt
Got this shit from the bottom
Got this from the dirt
I've been getting to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even
Though she wanna flirt and 24
7, I put in the work my shooters just ready
I've been counting up the racks
I've been getting to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even
Though she wanna flirt and 24
7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt
Got this shit from the bottom
Got this from the dirt
Last year, I was down on my ass
I was fighting with depression
And fighting with school
I did not even know if I'd pass
Didn't know myself, didn't know
What I was doing
I didn't even know how to grasp
All of the feelings inside of head
But I look
Back on that shit and now I just laugh, yeah
I know you're mad, I can see it on your face
Say you smoke gas but you
Don't know your strains
Vivienne Westwood, it's all in the chain
Never can switch, baby, I'll stay the same
They gonna play, know this shit not a game
Fuck all the money, I don't need no fame
Don't wanna see you
Don't wanna see your face
Only care about me, 'cause I'm getting K's
I never can show up
'Cause nobody gives a fuck
Nobody that I can trust
Nobody that I can hold
(I never can show up)
('Cause nobody gives a fuck)
(Nobody that I can trust)
(Nobody that I can hold)
Yeah, yeah, boutta hit 10K
That shit real astounding
Finally made it up to the top of the mountain
Long time coming, know the
Days, I've been counting, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm in the studio like every damn day
Talking over Twitter, not to my face
Worth my time, nah, you's a waste, yeah
Yeah, yeah, getting in first, nah
No last place
Always wanna talk, always throwing that shade
I could care less about you say, yeah
Yeah, yeah, smoke me another, I need to chill
Never gon' catch me popping pills
If I do that shit, you can kill me
Seventeen, but I've been making them racks
Seventeen, but I've been shopping in Saks
Seventeen, but I've been spending them checks
Seventeen, but already know that I'm next
Seventeen, seeing my name in the press
Seventeen, making these niggas upset
Seventeen, got all the labels impressed
Seventeen, wearing my pride on my chest
I've been running to the racks
I've been running to the stacks
I know I got niggas really mad
'Cause they don't got the shit I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don't want your bitch even
Though she wanna flirt and 24
7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt
Got this shit from the bottom
Got this from the dirt