Pryde - RENTED A LOFT lyrics

[Intro] (Big mouth, big mouth, quiet now, you said enough Got a big mouth, big mouth, my my my, you said enough) All they do is talk my man, all they do is talk Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Richvale, real sh** real sh** [Verse 1] I heard he really doesn't like me well, f** him (f** him, f** him, f** him) Heard he doesn't like me, then f** him (f** him) Did this sh** on my own, I don't need approval, no nothin' Boy you cuff 'em, you cuff 'em, my mama told me don't love 'em They talk about them racks they get, but off internet that they all strugglin' Yea we buzzin', still buzzin', my city been up on the way I got 'em shocked like I got 'em on tape, just give me like Krispy Kreme doughnuts all glazed My chick Niykee Heaton, but she got no fame, my team ain't the richest but homie we straight It's cool if you just heard about me but if you ain't know that I've been the sh**, homie you late (Woo!) What the f** they sayin', what the f** they sayin'? Your team be over-pacin', your money's delayin' If I ain't makin' any payments then I'm nervous shakin', eggs and bacon when I'm waking, buy your b**h a big kitchen Usin' all your pans, watchin' movies on your couch She been all up on our tide, so her booty it go bounce If you say you 'bout investments, homie prove it, your boy rented a loft up in the city just to do it, to do it Livin' life comfortably, but we don't treat it like a break cause we hungry I had to pay for the dinner, but she f** for free, I had to pay for the merch, but I double fee, so homie f** with me Richvale be the gang and the company, tell Bryan Chong to take the pictures If we style in the wild, it don't make a difference Spending money cause you know you can't take it with ya', can't take it with ya' [Interlude] Tic tac toc I shoot non stop (Ah!) Tip-toe don't make you rock (Real sh**!) What they say that's not ‘nough (Real sh**!) You long long what you know I got (Uh!) [Verse 2] Swear to God I used to want the respect, now I figured they comin' for the boy's neck But for them boys I ain't really wastin' no breath, unless I'm all up on a song, then they all dead Dallas told me the city don't like me, probably cause I made it out and then I came back, but the work in my town you can't erase that and bein' real, boy the money don't change that Swear these kids up in my town wanna be hood so bad, but they ain't never step foot in that side of town Wanna be a little savage, but they really don't get that they just wanna get in while people trynna make it out Man trust me, sh** get crazy when the money in the picture and the pa**ion gets cruddy I ain't gotta do the dougie, I just gotta post some baller a** sh** up on my 'gram and then all the hoes love me Nah, I don't Snapchat sh**, I just live it I don't talk about sh**, I just get it Only thing I'm stressed about are my decisions, is it being f**ing normal or makin' a f**ing millioin Well, I'd really rather be rich, you would rather be a ho, you would rather be b**h Try to do the sh** I do, watch her attitude switch, stay with a Sophie and a Shainy, I got valuable chicks My whole team love winnin' on some pa**ionate sh**, no losin', no losin', we dun lost too much There ain't ever such thing as playing boss too much, but I dun work to pay the cost too much Had a couple good homies that were makin' music, but they ain't stuck to their progression, they were so influenced of all the partying and girls, man that sh** was stupid Now they all irrelevant and sayin' we ain't work as hard as you did, but I ain't trippin' I got hits for the public City think I'm really lame like I really ain't buzzin', but if I had a cosign from like Drizzy or somethin'; pause, but you would be up on my dick, you would love me I'm sayin' Richvale gang, boy we started that, you can get you back snapped like a starter cap I ain't gotta be super hood or hard to rap, I'll just be mad successful and make you jealous, how hard is that? (sh**!) [Outro] Richvale, real sh** Richvale Summer