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how it goes - swavay lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah
one time for the–
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
look, never thought i would live past fifteen
twenty-two and still chasin’ dreams, two 16s
and i’ma come clean, as a teen, i was all in the schemes
but now the same amount of money, i make daily on my genes
how i spit for fiends is morphine
never before seen, been nice since fourteen
death before this dishonor, so that mean
before i’ll go, any single one of my n-gg-s drink chlorine
and every single night, i pray to god that i’ll make it
for all them nights that me and sahad was in the bas-m-nt
tryna make a dollar outta dime and a nickel
can’t play fickle ’round me, kid, it’s so simple
for all the times i dug in my wallet and felt lint
and all the times we had to move ’cause we couldn’t pay the rent
you got me f-cked up, twisted, and bent
if you was thinkin’ swavay wasn’t gon’ buy sh-t

[chorus]
it go one, two, three, that’s how it goes
how many n-gg-s want a pot of gold
tell me, what’s the real meaning of a dollar to you
swear i’d trade it all away before i lose my soul
it go one, two, three, that’s how it goes
how many n-gg-s want a pot of gold
tell me, what’s the real meaning of being famous to you
swear i’d trade it all away before i lose my soul

[verse 2]
visualizin’ the realism of life in actuality
your favorite rapper only move on sh-t for salary
me, i move and live on different mentalities
i would lose my mind if my music stayed locality
my girl mad at me, she think this rap sh-t is full of bad sh-t
and she don’t think that she could live with me happily
’cause all she ever hear about is money and hoes
and if i’m always on the road, how could i be present at home
but i’m to focused on just tryna get my foot in
’cause right now, my numbers is low and ain’t got bookends
and ain’t no half steppin’ hangin’ ’round the shooken
’cause these days, your mans your mans ’til you not lookin’
and who’s that peakin’ through my window
i hear all lies and recognize evil
don’t dap hands with those who deceive folk
i’m paintin’ pictures with this sh-t, take a seat, bro

[outro]
it go one, two, three, that’s how it goes
how many n-gg-s want a pot of gold
tell me, what’s the real meaning of a dollar to you
swear i’d trade it all away before i lose my soul
it go one, two, three, that’s how it goes
how many n-gg-s want a pot of gold
tell me, what’s the real meaning of being famous to you
swear i’d trade it all away before i lose my soul

- swavay lyrics

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