ParadigmOAO, Yeat - Stood Taller lyrics

Every time a back turn on me, I got taller
Every time they switched up on me
I stood taller i'm never gon' change on my
Twizzy 'bout a dollar
How the hell we got rich and
You got lame? Tell me that
(Bhristo, talk to 'em slime)

Everybody turned they back on me
But I stood taller
"How your money got so big
Yeat?" 'Cause yours got smaller (Let's go)
I was pushing wide-body Cutlis, you Impala
And I keep a couple baby
Bottles like a toddler (yeah)
I'ma drip myself the fuck out
I don't need no stylist (Stylist)
Bitches on that white, on Miley Cyrus
(Yеah, yeah)
Yeah, I told 'em, "I was nеver home" (Huh)
Yeah, I'm too hard headed
Can't admit when something's gone wrong
(Ha, yeah, huh, phew)

Please leave me alone
I just copped a plane from East LA
(Brr) to out in SoHo (Phew)
Wake up and I'm nodding off
The Perc', I'm living slow, oh
I done stayed down for so
Many years, I finally signed, huh
(Let's go) money touched the ceiling while
All your shit declining
(Declining, let's go)
Once that EDD start coming in
It's 'bout to change the climate (Woah)
We gon' see who did and see who doesn't
See who 'bout it ('Bout it, woah)
Yeah, they can see how many pounds I moved
Talkin' 'bout exotics (Let's go)
I stopped geeking every week
I geek every day
(I stopped geeking every week
I geek every day)
I stopped dreaming in my sleep
I live it every day (yeah)
They ain't wanna see us win, they wanna hate
(Let's go)

With that bitch, eat up with Bizzy
She eat my lunch meat (Ooh, ooh, phew)
I'ma hit this shit straight out the
Park while y'all been bunting
And I'm off the X pill, the munchies
Ah, I been off the gas, I'm not fronting
(Woah) trust me
They love the way you spit when you get money
(yeah, yeah)
Trust me, I was higher than the heat on
I'm off these opiates
Trust me, don't get this shit confused
They come by bunchies (yeah)
They confused
My music loud like they their bungee
(Ayy, what, what, let's go)

Everybody turned they back on me
But I stood taller
"How your money got so big
Yeat?" 'Cause yours got smaller (Let's go)
I was pushing wide-body Cutlis, you Impala
And I keep a couple baby
Bottles like a toddler (yeah)
I'ma drip myself the fuck out
I don't need no stylist (Stylist)
Bitches on that white, on Miley Cyrus
(yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I told 'em, "I was never home" (Huh)
Yeah, I'm too hard headed
Can't admit when something's gone wrong
(Ha, yeah, huh, phew)

Please leave me alone, huh