Can't Relate



Intro:



Ah ah yeah yeah, ugh
Yeah yeah, aye
I don't know why they coming at me like they know me or something my n***a. Like they was with me at the bottom or something
Fuck is up with these n***as man?
Yeah
Ah ah, yeah
Ah ah, can't relate
YUER Gang, NoHeartClub bitch, let's get at it
Like they don't even know me like that bruh
Can't relate to these mother fuckers



Chorus 1:



Young n***a I'm just tryna make a play. Yeah yeah
Paper chasing I be running to the cake. Yeah yeah. Spent a check and now she wetter than a lake
Yeah yeah. I want the money, give a fuck about the fame
Yeah yeah. When you winning they all gone be all in ya face
Yeah yeah. When you losing all these n***as go away
Yeah yeah. Rain rain tell em go away. Yeah yeah
If you ain't getting money bitch I can't relate



Verse 1:



Momma told me everyday to count my blessings
NoHeart baby fuck a bitch I love finenessing
They said my life can slip away if you just let it
Fuck what they saying I ain't tryna hear no lectures
I want bread, I want cheese, I want lettuce
I feel like Logic I ain't folding under pressure
I fucked this chick the other day and I just met her
She said Veno can't nobody do me better
You throwing ones, all my n***as throwing 50's
Sipping liquor it be fucking up my kidney
What goes around comes around now It's litty
She wanna F me up & down like my Fendi
I got no heart, I just go hard. 10 bands popping bands in my Goyard
Bitch I'm out the roof, jumping out the roof. Damn that boy so rude. I'm a scurt off in a coupe


Chorus 2:



Young n***a I'm just tryna make a play
Yeah yeah. Paper chasing I be running to the cake
Yeah yeah. Spent a check and now she wetter than a lake. Yeah yeah. I want the money, give a fuck about the fame. Yeah yeah. When you winning they all gone be all in ya face. Yeah yeah. When you losing all these n***as go away
Yeah yeah. Rain rain tell em go away
Yeah yeah. If you ain't getting money bitch I can't relate



Verse 2:



I call my brodie like n***a I'm with the gang
If you ain't Y.G./N.H.C. we cannot hang
These pussy n***as that's toting won't let it bang
I'm the hottest out, call me Veno La Flame
If she ain't going tell her get up out the way
I'm tryna hit it I don't wanna know yo name
I don't want no new friends, yeah it's too late
You wasn't out there in all black, hitting stains
Cuz we from the dirt. Put em in the dirt, hit em where it hurt. Fuck a help, did it by myself. Louie on my belt
Fuck it bet, I just cut a check now we in Niemans
Cuz you ain't real, if none of yo n***as eating
You a joke n***a
You broke n***a
You a hoe n***a
You fold n***a
So lame, you got no chain, I just can't relate
You featherweight, Buddha on my jeans, I'm finna meditate


Chorus 3:


Young n***a I'm just tryna make a play
Yeah yeah. Paper chasing I be running to the cake
Yeah yeah. Spent a check and now she wetter than a lake. Yeah yeah. I want the money, give a fuck about the fame. Yeah yeah. When you winning they all gone be all in ya face. Yeah yeah. When you losing all these n***as go away
Yeah yeah. Rain rain tell em go away
Yeah yeah. If you ain't getting money bitch I can't relate