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conscience (san antonio) - rottweiler lyrics

verse 1
ever since a little boy, i been popping my collar
didn’t play with toys, only tryna make a dollar
i’m all about the coin, stacking up my money taller
shout out lil troy, made me wanna be a baller
shock collar, f-ck a blue collar tryna pull up on them proper hunnys run up when i holler
when they see the guala mama hop up in the ride then i hit it from behind and kick her out like sayonara
i’m tryna live it large like “what the f-ck is over charge”
won’t apply, me swipe my card, hop in the whip, then i depart
buy my family what they need and everything my momma dream
i’m taking all of my day ones on a shopping spree
i used to rock them wrangler jeans, holes up in my white tees
and remember the dirty floors in which my family had to sleep
now i’m working towards a me that no one thought they’d ever see
so keep an eye out for me on your street ‘cuz

verse 2
yeah
you know we only going up
lil mama going down and all my homies show me love
haters quick to throwing up but i’m too busy holding dubs
bet i catch you in your town when you hear i’m showing up
i was stunting in my best friend’s clothes
now i’m running up a check and tryna hit the west coast
gon’ be funny when my family goes from on a fence post
bout me chasing what i dreampt to showing up to every motherf-cking show
yo
i’m just tryna flex on anybody who doubt me
not with diamonds on my rolex, with the people around me
with my heart and respect, but if they still wanna clown me
then i pull up in a benz looking fresher than downey
make a b-tch boy mad i spent they rent on a shirt
make a b-tch boy dad say i’m their favorite rapper
make a b-tch boy sad they girlfriend went to my concert
and her -ss got my signature
yeah

hook
i’ma pull up one day in a chevy impala
on a sunday sinning, d-ck in your momma
we came a long way hombre nunca tuve nada
and haters ‘gon hate when they see i’m unbothered
my neck chained up like a f-cking rottweiler
my nike’s laced up, i ain’t tripping over nada
i’m never laid up, another day another dollar
we goin’ straight up, houston we got a problem
i’ma pull up one day in a chevy impala
on a sunday sending d-ck in your momma
we came a long way hombre nunca tuve nada
and haters ‘gon hate when they see i’m unbothered
my neck chained up like a f-cking rottweiler
my nike’s laced up, i ain’t tripping over nada
i’m never laid up, another day another dollar
we goin’ straight up, houston we got a problem
yeah

- conscience san antonio lyrics

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