Pryde - 23 lyrics

[Intro] You hear that, yeah, richvale Richvale, real sh** real [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm 23 and you still s** I started music at 13 and I'm just seeing real bucks No overnight fame, it's the story we built up And from these other rappers coming up I can't feel love I stopped hitting the club Not because I'm too cool They just won't let me wear slippers and stuff So from now on if I'm at a club or a function they throw me some money I'm wearing shorts in that b**h 50's slides and Ruth Chris My old sh** sound like your new sh** If you see me let's do sh** You b**h, I can't throw hands cause if I try to hit a hater in public They be quick to just sue me So I gotta keep composure on my social media, it's a talent But I spending Yeezy money on scallops Give a f** about it I used to wanna play ball but I really needed taller height Now I got investments, ball is life Everything beautiful Richvale Just wanna shout-out the clique, Pat, Danny, Sav, f**ing Josh, Dave, Mugi, Muyi, Omar, what up Ryan I'm going back in [Verse 2] This one's for the dudes using stacks of money as phones You rappers ain't sh** till you buying homes, real talk Uber riding with your queen down a busy street Hoping that I ride pa** your a** on my Billie Jean Cause she not my lover but she swears that I'm the one Hating on my f**ing money go ahead and find you some Sort of looking like a Sixer when I rhyme on songs Cause I'm going all in on sh** that I verse on Please check the record Your fake a** in my weight cla** I'm been hot since I was been doing covers Artists talking if you better you should prove it f**er Do it f**er, where's your hits, yeah I knew it f**er Sit the f** down, she love me man get me I'm shooting at her face like a frontal cam selfie f**ing white girls when they used to curve me in the 10th grade s** me white America, yes Ye Please don't hate if you're less paid I ain't even rich but I was broke 4 years ago up in LA Momma texting me like you gon' make it I was sleeping on the floor of a hotel so please know this sh**'s amazing Thankful but nothing's come true So when my homie's got money troubles I gotta work harder man I f**ing hustle I'm still annoyed look When you talking 'bout Brampton don't just mention Alessia Cara and Roy Woods Mention me in that b**h cause I been put the work in I struggle but now I'm a better person Ma I wish you got to see me shine 2017 about to be lit, to all my friends we need to grind Sav, Danny, and Pat you really helped me when my a** was depressed now my we about to get checks To the chick that I hook up with from time to time Thanks for not pressuring me I'm just trying to be what I'm destined to be I'm 23 and nobody is messing with me I'm blessed knowing that my momma is resting in peace Get me with please I'm the underdogs of underdogs Sacrificing all of my savings, saying f** it all I'm so polished, your flow's garbage, you so novice You're so awful, like foamposites, you no problem Barring off, f** a writer's block When I was 8, my pops bought me some Nike Shocks And ever since then I said I'm a put that man in a Range I been going off Haters say my raps haven't changed But I only got better I only progress You talking tough, you want this work, if you know me then lets This dude I used to roll with is probably s**ing for clout f** him stay the f** in your house Never mind that bullsh** we trying to see what this money about 2017, Russell is out Motherf**er I'm ill