Yeah,
we used to share the same sandwich
Now we don't even speak the same language
You tell me, why'd you ever have to study abroad
And let me hang it out in clubs staring at studying broads
I'm checking them out,
chatting out and flattening them out
Plus,
I heard you was the same,
I swear I'm glad you went out
Remember the times we squared up,
gosh,
gosh,
we got you
Now everywhere you go,
people like,
oh my gosh,
yeah
I'm glad I didn't choose you,
a true goody two-shoes
Turned designer, boot rocking, Jimmy Choo shoes
Our old friends are like,
ta-cha-ya,
ay,
the papaya
She really grown, I'm still like, ta-pa-ya
Cause I really don't give a,
sick of wannabe divas
Crocking over achievers,
use their monies and visa
Tipsy pissing achievers,
saying they cheaters and leavers
I ain't giving but getting nothing but head like beavers
I promise myself better than in this * My mindset young,
flashy,
and rich,
right?
Now I reflect how time be passing us quick
And lonely knowledge will keep me equipped
Take away my whips,
belongings,
and everything that is mine
And mind you never my peace of mind When
I was young I had a peace that shined
Believe me when I spit these lines,
left that * behind
Now I plant my men's on front lines And
rather make a killing with punchlines
I'm feeling it's crunch time,
pain is killing like punch time
Now done come my phase, yo, it's time I blew up
Son,
reverse tragedies,
rebirth into reality I said it before,
we curse the lethalities
And all the more the curse is y'all
hexed on me Just got my verses better,
bitch
But now if I'm in heaven,
I'm not dreaming anymore
Where is the papaya?
Where is the papaya?
Oh my god,
after one comes another Homies are bugging like you chill,
my brother
Her looks are smoking,
hopes is open The only problem is whether she real or joking
Showing choking,
colas,
cucumber Conversate smooth,
* up a number
Her name Camila,
sound unfamiliar A ten second stare then gave me the chiller
From thick glasses,
rocking thick lashes High school sweetheart,
I never skip classes
Know you promised that you'd love me till the very end
Problem is you met that rich married man
Well I was just a broke kid under pressure A girl needs love,
money,
comfort,
and pleasure
Heard he flopped and left,
he no prop Now ex-girlfriend,
who's hot,
who not?
But now if I'm in heaven,
I'm not dreaming anymore
Where is the papaya?
Where is the papaya?
Oh my god,
after one comes another Homies are bugging like you chill,
my brother