Rod Wave - HG2 Intro lyrics

Look, I’m sorry baby
I don’t live that kinda life
I be turnt up every night
I ain’t got room for a wife
But she dangerous and damagin’ but shit
You kinda scandalous so maybe
You can handle it but I live the dream
I ain’t yo’ average teen
I don’t sell sandwiches
It’s Heartbreak Hotel season
I get paid for gamblin’
I got two accountants
That’s for money management and managers
To manage what they managing
Hate when people say they get
It or they understand ‘Cause truth be told
I don’t think you’ll ever stand a chance
You won’t get it ‘til yo’
Closest nigga showin’ animosity
Hoes that you barely know try
To fuck ya constantly
Hatin’ niggas say that you won’t
Blow ‘cause you ain’t special
And everywhere you go somebody gotta be extra
They pull ya to the side and
Try to give you a lecture
And you don’t wanna hear it
But you gotta be respectful if not
They say yo’ head too big ‘cause you up next
And everywhere you go you rock
Diamonds ‘round yo’ neck
And niggas smile around ya but
Don’t wanna see you flex
And you don’t step in clubs unless
They cut you a check
And, you don’t like clubbin’ but you
Damn sure can pack ‘em
You walk through malls every
Saturday to get reactions
And hoes that used to turn ya down
They come around with actin’
Askin’ for pictures to put
Kisses in the caption
And you won’t understand until yo’
Private life is public
The world love watchin’ you
Turn nothin’ into somethin’
The life and path you chose
Consist of nonstop hustlin’
Hittin’ the road, doin’ shows
And elbow rubbin’
You forced to stay away from yo’
Cousins ‘cause they be thuggin’
You love ‘em just like brothers but
Can’t get in no more trouble
Niggas want you to fail and yo’
Family want you to bubble
Waitin’ for you to blow and come
Get ‘em all out the gutter
You wouldn’t understand ‘til you have
To hit that road
You’ll never have the time for the
People you love the most
Takin’ chances, tryna ball
Knievel in the post
Evil in certain people is
Really startin’ to show
And you wouldn’t understand until yo’
Job is yo’ career it’s like yo’ sport
You leave the 12th
Won’t be back ‘til the 4th
You live hotel to hotel, resort to resort
You got eight bills a month but
Only one of ‘em yours
And you couldn’t understand if I paid ya
You wouldn’t understand if I made ya
It’s crazy
Life we live daily is major, now understand
I went from a nobody to the fuckin’ man
Everybody fuckin’ mad ‘cause I got that
Bag and passed the torch
But ain’t nobody pass the torch when I
Had first jumped off the porch
Me and Chris Atkins in the
Cam’ dreamin’ ‘bout that Porsche
I was down alone in that cell
Down with no remorse
Me and Shard sittin’ at that
Table tryna get it right
Me and pops on that phone
And we talkin’ prison life
Me and mama goin’ back and forth
Kicked out every night
I was kicked out every night
I know it’s hard to have faith
In the greatness in yo’ city
‘Cause nobody has ever really made
It in yo’ city couple church songs
But nobody’s major in yo’ city
Nobody hit the big stage and
Skated in yo’ city
Niggas got cocky and then they
Got lazy in yo’ city
Eventually they critically faded in yo’ city
But this young nigga is comin’ to
Make changes in yo’ city changes in yo’ city
Brrdddttt!