"Givenchy" lyrics

Yeah, I think about you when I be up in your city (I be up in your city)
Pull a show about 50 (Pull a show about 50)
Racks hanging in my waist jeans Givenchy (Givenchy)
Lights camera on stage, they screaming with me (With me)
Did she forgive me? Hope she forgives me (Forgives me, yeah)
Lost in your city (Your city) like shit with me
I hope you listening, listening, yeah

Mama knew I was a star, you know I'd make it this far
I had to learn about myself, I would die before all
I had to learn about my L and this shit killing my lungs
Smokin' all my pain away, I don't know what I become
Broke out up for red room, tryn' to smoke 'til me head now
Let that nigga solid to them fast cones
Niggas be fakin', they be quick to turn shake, they goin'
Another investigation of my nigga on the run

Like how I lose myself (I lose myself)
I don't lose to keep it true to myself (Keep it true to myself)
Tried to choose you (Choose you, choose you)
(Like how I lose myself)

Yeah, I think about you when I be up in your city (I be up in your city)
Pull a show about 50 (Pull a show about 50)
Racks hanging in my waist jeans Givenchy (Givenchy)
Lights camera on stage, they screaming with me (With me)
Did she forgive me? Hope she forgives me (Forgives me, yeah)
Lost in your city (Your city) like shit with me
I hope you listening, listening, yeah

Like shit with me
Hope she forgives me
Lost in your city
I be up in your city
Pull a show about 50
Racks hanging in my waist jeans Givenchy
Racks hanging in my waist jeans Givenchy