Letra de Mismatch - NAV

(Feat. Babyface Ray)

Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend

I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten

I was layin' in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend

I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in

I keep drivin' home drunk and I keep fuckin' up my rims

They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti', shit look different through my lens

Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada

Big plaques walkin' through my crib, I got a lot of

My block is hot, I walk through and I'm scared to step on lava

My lil' homies proud of me and still be sellin' product

I be flossin', valet runnin' to me when I park up

Took her shoppin', got that girl a kit, it was a start-up

Expensive gas, they smellin' my aroma when I spark up

Don't take me simple, I'm the wrong tree that you should bark up (Yeah, Wheezy outta here)

Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend

I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten

I was layin' in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend

I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in

I keep drivin' home drunk and I keep fuckin' up my rims

They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti', shit look different through my lens

Carti' frames cost a lil' more 'cause they got icin'

Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses

Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you her type then

Gamblin', type to risk it all and throw the dice in

Music business litty, but I'm workin' on the low

Man, these rap niggas be friendly, you just met 'em, now it's bro

I just touched down for a bag and rockin' Marni to a show

Bitch, it's Wavy Gang, hoes gettin' gnarly on a boat

Facemob, yeah, they call me that 'cause my hands in it

I'm the first in Celine Timberlands, they should put me in the Guinness

God's son, know that I repent 'cause I be sinnin'

Drop a bag and fuel the trenches, it ain't shit to see 'em spin it, know I'm stayin' litty, nigga (Phew, phew)

Please don't judge me by my past if I consider you my friend

I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten

I was layin' in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend

I can't talk hot on the phone the situation that I'm in

I keep drivin' home drunk and I keep fuckin' up my rims

They just took my left hand, now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti', shit look different through my lens

(Wheezy outta here)

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