We came from backwoods, not selling out shows
He's rolling backwards got Nowhere to Go
I keep a bat just in case I get low
I did it all for the paper, ya
Lil baby keeps asking if I'm selling woah
I got your bitch number I sent her a poem
Macaulay Cualkin I been Home Alone
I just want all it can't save her, yea
I just want all it can't save her, yea
I did it all for the paper, yea
Said this world is all mine finna take it, yea
Learned to chill with the bosses, no haters here
Bitch I'll get you to come straight to my side
Know I'll go with a smile when it's my time
Never wanted to walk us a straight lime
Now I think we all lost in The Matrix, yea
We came from backwoods, not sellin' out shows
He's rollin' backwards got Nowhere to Go
I keep a bat just in case I get low
I did it all for the paper, ya
Lil baby keeps asking if I'm sellin' woah
I got your bitch number I sent her a poem
Macaulay Cualkin I been Home Alone
I just want all it can't save her, yea
I can't save it
Spend it all in a day I could make it back
Ain't no problem for us less you talking bout quitting cause we ain't just going through phases, yea
Like you talking bout clinic
Know that yourself is now your biggest critic
Taken the words from the soul of a sinic
Pass me the smoke ya I'm fiendin' a bit
We do it all for a feeling
We came from backwoods, not selling out shows
He's rolling backwards got Nowhere to Go
I keep a bat just in case I get low
I did it all for the paper, ya
Lil baby keeps asking if I'm selling woah
I got your bitch number I sent her a poem
Macaulay Cualkin I been Home Alone
I just want all it can't save her, yea
I can't stake it
Drop it all on a dime I can't take it
Smoked on all of the pine yeah I'm faded
Take it one at a time how I date it
Know I'm gone make you mine and I made it
Won't go chasing for time when I'm famous
Know I'm good when I'm trying and failing
Heard them gunshots they mine like I'm Clayton
When I'm droppin' my nine ain't no saving
No you drop outta line ain't no strafing
Got a girl on my side, man we dating
And she all on my time when she facing
Shawty asked if she's fine, she's amazing
Watch her dropping a dime up in Macie's
Love her style and she fly but not racey
Watch her climbing like coke in the 80's
We came from backwoods, not selling out shows
He's rolling backwards got Nowhere to Go
I keep a bat just in case I get low
I did it all for the paper, ya
Lil baby keeps asking if I'm selling woah
I got your bitch number I sent her a poem
Macaulay Cualkin I been Home Alone
I just want all it can't save her, yea
