Tommy Ice, Kam Prada, Rarin - Hills lyrics

[Tommy Ice, Kam Prada, Rarin - Hills lyrics]

Dojo, not again

I'm tryna make my Mama proud
Yeah that's fo' sho'
Landed in the city but my
Heart is on the coast
I don't wanna look back what
My life was like before
I just took a red-eye, penthouse, top floor

In the stu', I gotta spazz out
Back up in my bag
Get these rackades then I cash out
I been running laps
I don't got time to relax now
I just took a chance, wasn't
Looking for no handouts, oh, woah
They like "Prada, how he do this"?
I've been with my bruddas in
The hills we goin' stupid i, can't, stop
I been different always knew this
Tryna turn them bordens into Benjy's
Need 'em blue strips oh, woah

Walking on the floor of this
Earth no one protects mе
When I show a shawty my heart
She wanna tеxt me
All this love I felt was a curse I want an xd
Going crazy all in my nerves
What does a check mean?
Always plotting baby
Why you gotta lead me on?
Had to drop a bag on a ho, and she gone
But I'm running with my click
Yeah they got me 'till I fall
Contemplating if a bag's worth more
Than your love, yeah, yeah
Feel my moment, yeah, yeah
I'm just chosen, yeah, yeah
I'm the one that's up

In the stu', I gotta spazz out
Back up in my bag
Get these rackades then I cash out
I been running laps
I don't got time to relax now
I just took a chance, wasn't
Looking for no handouts, woah
They like "Prada, how he do this"?
I've been with my bruddas in
The hills we goin' stupid i, can't, stop
I been different always knew this
Tryna turn them bordens into Benjy's
Need 'em blue strips oh, woah

Henny got me wasted
You done cut the yola, I could taste it
Biting on my swag
You nigga pussy tryna trace this
I don't need your love
I took a perc and I replaced it
I'ma keep on going till my
Momma said I made it
Black and yellow, white, I
Got thotties, different races, yeah
Did my dirt I had a mask on moving faceless
(Faceless)
I got 12 plotting on me but no cases
Runnin' from my demons, lacing up my asics
Ah, I don't do that fake shit, nah
The way they treat me
They act like I don't feel nun
So I got a script, I was just tryna feel sum
Now I'm alone
You don't care that I feel numb

In the stu', I gotta spazz out
Back up in my bag
Get these rackades then I cash out
I been running laps
I don't got time to relax now
I just took a chance, wasn't
Looking for no handouts, woah
They like "Prada, how he do this"?
I've been with my bruddas in
The hills we goin' stupid i, can't, stop
I been different always knew this
Tryna turn them bordens into Benjy's
Need 'em blue strips oh, woah

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