Taller

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)