"We Came Far" lyrics

"We Came Far"
(feat. Coupe Cujo)

My whole life done changed
Man, look how far we've came

I've been going through some things, damn
But I'm blessed bruh
Look how far we've came, man

Look how far we've came

I'm a Rich City nigga, tighten Phillie filler
Fulla hella killa[?], miracles like Hellen Keller
I'm a local dealer, a Richmond stealer
Burn Backwoods and cigarillos, I don't talk to pillows
Car armor like a armadillo
Penny and a nickle, 1-5
Roller snapping pictures macking bitches
Louis V and Fendi holding up my britches
In Eastern village
My life changed from bike chains to swervin in Beamers with bright lanes and passing everybody in the right lanes
OG collecting cans, used to be the man
Used to have them bands, now he's searching trash cans, god damn
Got led to the water, never taught to swim
Went broke a thousand times, but I ain't going back again
Like [?] from the 5th floor, climb through your window
Smelling like indo, feel like we in the end zone
Celebratin' leave you in the basement, then go eat at Nations
Cut my hair, grow my beard, sort of look like Barron Davis

My whole life done changed
Man, look how far we've came

I've been going through some things, damn
But I'm blessed bruh
Look how far we've came, man

Look how far we've came

Ay, look how far we've fucking came (I can still be out here bullshitting man)
But I'm out here rocking stages, god damn
I don't want to fall in love, bitch you know that's time consuming
I'm whipping up a bigger situation, lets get out the hood
First class overseas, I'm chilling with my rich friends
Ever since a youngin' man it's been a plan, I swear to God
Before rap I'm a business man
Every day I fucking send
I got a little boy to feed
I ain't fucking bullshittin'
Every time I wake up, I thank God I'm still breathing
Shit got tricky, I bounced back kinda like playing Tennis (Hold on baby, hand me that champagne)
If I said it, really did it, never lying to my motherfucking [?]
I was trained to really go get it, [?] fucking winning, chill and rock your [?], niggas and their feelings
I ain't got to sell a motherfucking record bet I still go and buy a fucking building
I'm doing better, so these niggas [?], so it's [?] I done do the [?]
I went hard and my life changed, ay
Now my wrist looking like a ice tray

My whole life done changed
Man, look how far we've came

I've been going through some things, damn
But I'm blessed bruh
Look how far we've came, man

Look how far we've came


mixtape: "Bad Dreams EP" (2015)
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