Smino - Update lyrics
Smino [Christopher Smith Jr.] St. Louis, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smino - Update lyrics]
We more than needed need more than freedom
But that shit been old, shit Morgan Freeman
My blood anemic heart ice, what a life
Tryna board the wagon and absorb the magic
Too late too great momma fed 5 kids
Never made her own plate
Never really tripped ‘till I got my own shit
Now I’m on the brinks to a money truck
Get a check
Run it up uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh
Worried bout the scene in my city
Nigga we don’t really get enough love uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh fear on the news
Fear when I walk out the door
Bitch, I got here with my shoes
Put that shit in the foot notes
Money been hittin’ a note
Backflippin, Ken Griffey
I’m back like a catcher, she special
She throw that shit back, Imma catch it
But that's it
I really don't do no attachments
I keep my shit wireless pussy inspire me
Where I come from, nigga ain’t no retirement
That go for everyone in the environment
I could give a fuck bout what Obama did
It can’t compare to all the
Shit my momma did, nooo
I just been livin' the most
Tryna stay off of my phone
Livin' in the moment
Want it badder by the mornin'
Really, really ain’t no where to go
When u done been so low
Sippin, smokin somethin'
They like "nigga, how u function?"
I been up late
Thinkin' bout you, hope you straight
I could use a, I could use a update
On my Bobby Boucher tryna tackle problems
Drinking water by the bottle
Tryna get straight
What’s up with that update
We just laughin' on the top floor
Sippin' Sake what I call an update
‘case u need that update
Swear I swear the vision
Gettin clearer by the minute yeah it’s okay
Yeah yeah yeah, it’s okay
But that shit been old, shit Morgan Freeman
My blood anemic heart ice, what a life
Tryna board the wagon and absorb the magic
Too late too great momma fed 5 kids
Never made her own plate
Never really tripped ‘till I got my own shit
Now I’m on the brinks to a money truck
Get a check
Run it up uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh
Worried bout the scene in my city
Nigga we don’t really get enough love uh
Uh uh uh uh uh uh fear on the news
Fear when I walk out the door
Bitch, I got here with my shoes
Put that shit in the foot notes
Money been hittin’ a note
Backflippin, Ken Griffey
I’m back like a catcher, she special
She throw that shit back, Imma catch it
But that's it
I really don't do no attachments
I keep my shit wireless pussy inspire me
Where I come from, nigga ain’t no retirement
That go for everyone in the environment
I could give a fuck bout what Obama did
It can’t compare to all the
Shit my momma did, nooo
I just been livin' the most
Tryna stay off of my phone
Livin' in the moment
Want it badder by the mornin'
Really, really ain’t no where to go
When u done been so low
Sippin, smokin somethin'
They like "nigga, how u function?"
I been up late
Thinkin' bout you, hope you straight
I could use a, I could use a update
On my Bobby Boucher tryna tackle problems
Drinking water by the bottle
Tryna get straight
What’s up with that update
We just laughin' on the top floor
Sippin' Sake what I call an update
‘case u need that update
Swear I swear the vision
Gettin clearer by the minute yeah it’s okay
Yeah yeah yeah, it’s okay