Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Say I'm just livin' life
With my homies, the ones that know me
She said tell me what it's like
Said I'ma do this for the rest of my life
She wanna know
[Verse 2]
Chicago nights, the coldest life
This shit too real to fantasize
You know them homies just waste my time
So now I wake up and get on flights
They all love me, I'm not surprised
My bitch call me, I'm still alive
Why y'all stalling? Man, you ain't tried
Y'all strung out, goddamn the hype
Now tell me, what's your vice?
[Verse 3]
Is it that Prozac or that Bombay?
Being alone now in the lobby
There are snowflakes for the love
Livin' my life, only when we turn down
You can't stop me
You're my angel, can never drop me
[Verse 4]
Say I'm just livin' life
With my homies, the ones that know me
She said tell me what it's like
Said I'ma do this for the rest of my life
She wanna know, oh
To know
She wanna know
[Verse 5]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, I got silk sheets and I got dick
Different condiments in my clique
Where your confidence go, lil bitch?
We don't stand for that shit (She wanna know)
Rode to Jamaica, Queens in the whip
Rest in peace before you could live
Hit that quick and walk like a pimp like that boy Slick
He shoot from the hip
I been on my shit since a little dude
They wanna flex like middle school
Try to step in my visual
I flip this like a business store, I get thrown like a give and go
You want racks like thrift shop, to get fat like Big Pops?
Maybe Macs and some flip flops
Please, they know ain't enough time on my tick-tock
For me to give a fuck about your wristwatch
[Verse 6]
Devil like, walk this way
He throw me checks all day
You hope my shows go great, I hope my soul don't fade
When the ships don't sail and the wind don't stop
Where a kid turn but against all odds
In the brand new whip pulling out the lot
Save my soul, finna blow, finna bust like Glock
[Verse 7]
She wanna know
Straight up, wait up though
Wait up though, wait up though
She wanna know
Written by: Christian Felner, Grant Nolan Yarber
