Lyrics Welcome to the Lifestyle - Wassup Rocker, EGOVERT

Welcome to the Lifestyle

Prettiest boy in the room
My skin is shinin'
I do what they pretend to do
Last year, I was broke
But, I swear that I’m on like these Off-White tags on my tennis shoes
I’m turnin' down all of these interviews
I got a big heart, and it’s bulletproof (uh huh)
While I’m workin' hard, bitch, you work at the mall, bruh
You got a shift from like 10 to 2
I don’t think you get what I’m telling you
I like my hoes rude with some attitude
I swear these hoes come around and go around
Faster than karma and Ferris wheels (uh)
Lil' boy, don’t make me embarrass you
Bling blaow, yeah, that’s the sound of revenue
I think I paid way too much for these Rick’s to hurt my feet if imma tell the
truth
And, I don’t even rap for a profit (uh)
My ex look like Mia Wallace (uh)
She thought it was meant to be
What she pretends to be
But, on the core she toxic
I don’t rock no gold, I don’t rock no diamonds
But, I still drip like faucets
That girl really said that my music was borin'
So, I threw her heart in the moshpit (ha)
Just how I did it, I did it (uh)
And, just how I said it, I said it (yuh)
I’m the reason why he raps how he raps
But, I ain’t askin' for no credit
Yeah, and if my name is on any track
Then, that’s the reason why they listen to it
And, if I’m last on any verse
They don’t listen to you 'cause they skippin' through it
Lil' bitch
(Yo, you hear that?)
(This the latest addition to my collection)
(Ice, ice, ice)
(It's not my fault you couldn’t adjust to our lifestyle, baby)
(It was never me, it was you the whole time)
Uh, yeah
I am the greatest in my city ever do it, nigga
You can ask anybody
I got clips for anybody’s mommy that fuck with Rocker
So, let’s get it crackin'
I’m with all the action
Paparazzi flashin'
Gotta cut your accent
Imma fuckin'
Got some bad habits
Fucked a bad actress
Like god damnit
We back at it, woo
Look at the and the bands, yes
I spent your rent on the fit, yes
'Member the days I was stuck in apartments
Now, we livin' rich as a bitch, yuh
You can’t relate to this
I prayed for this and made some hits
And, I know women with some pussy so crazy I buy them shit
Say, «hello,» to my lil' friend, he go «gra, gra, gra, gra»
She in the kitchen, singin' to me like «la, la, la, laa»
This is the same girl who said no to the prom, prom, prom, prom
I’m at the mall
I spent like, I don’t know, um, 5 thou, thou, thou, thou, thou
Thousand dollars, uh
That is the price to book me for a show
And, also the price you spend on your Impala
You in the rental regardless
Me and Rocker bought matching Teslas
And, we race 'em motherfuckers like we is pilots
We is not the same, we is not the same
We is not the same, nigga, the
And, she from the Dallas, Texas country
Rocky, bumpy, uh
And, her perky breasts lookin' as good as money
Honey, I could buy you
Lookin' like a Playboy bunny
It’s funny, the way I stack this money
I’m a dummy