Misguided

Gregory Andrash Sekeres, India Williams, Kobe Crawford, Roger Mitchell Guerin III

(India Got Them Beats)
(You said your girl India made this, right?)

I see waves in my diamonds, I'ma let them bitches see
I've been down for so long, like some years, and some weeks
You always was my option A, now it's how it gotta be
Tat' my name on your body, now you belong to me

It's like you starin' through a window
lookin' outside when I'm sittin' in
I'm come from nothin', now it's Never Broke Again
no (no), oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah)
I'm tryin' hard everyday, Lord, forgive me for my sins
Put my pain inside that pen
Writin' songs on the road, goin' states I've never been
On my way, it was gettin' foggy, had to wipe off my lens
I don't wanna be like them, I don't follow no trends (no, no)
Good to see my sister smile, I ain't see that in a while
I ain't gotta win no Oscar just to make my family proud
Runnin' barefoot on concrete, puttin' souls in the ground
I hate when bitch-niggas come 'round and go to sniffin' like some hoes

Whole lotta sharks in that water (in that water)
I'ma still swim (I'ma still swim)
Whole lotta shots in that carbon
I'ma still spin (grrt, bah, bah)
I might need my tint a lil' darker, just to ride in (just to ride in)
I don't trust a GPS, don't wanna be misguided

Everything I drop, a hit, I ain't got no insurance
Nigga, know I keep that pistol, but I ain't gotta urine
Cup of lean, a stick and jewelry, in the back of the Suburban
A jeweler say that watch was fifty-thou', I told him, "I ain't worried"

If love kill, then I'm tryna destroy the hate
They don't believe that a nigga want better things
Bad bitches, and they come in all type of shapes
Renni Rucci, Rubi Rose and Coi Lerays
Young nigga had a vision, had to shake them trenches
Tryna find out how to make a million in thirty minutes
Everybody want the fame 'til the hearse get in it
Ayy, everybody want the diamonds 'til the dirt get in it
Whenever I speak, boy, that's cash talk
It's a eagle on the mic, it's a Trackhawk
And my bitch look like Rasheeda, I gotta keep that heater
Even if my name was Kirk Frost
And my grandma hate I'm sad, I got it from my Dad
So I told her that it's her fault
Ayy, this is no cap, thousand dollar hats
I gotta stay away from Chrome Hearts

Whole lotta sharks in that water (in that water)
I'ma still swim (I'ma still swim)
Whole lotta shots in that carbon
I'ma still spin (grrt, bah, bah)
I might need my tint a lil' darker, just to ride in (just to ride in)
I don't trust a GPS, don't wanna be misguided

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