Weasel Sims - Sold Separate Lyrics

Trial and error
I learned from trial and error
I learned from trial and error
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
Or maybe it was 07
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Ain't nobody put me on
I learned how on my own
Cause the game's sold separate
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Or maybe it was 07
Aye, I learned how on my own
Ain't nobody put me on
Cause the game still sold separate
Heyy
Check it out
Whoever said Foe ain't growing is a liar
They gossipin'
I preach the gospel
While they just singing like the choir
Amen
God's angel living thru hell inspired
Every time
I came up out that jail inspired
From writing in my cell wired
Off the coffee balls
Had to learn to be humble
And excel in quiet
Killin em softly dog
Ralph lauran hills and stand higher
Polo across my draws
V-12 horses but ain't no Porsche's
Imma Lacrossing guard
Trap car directing traffic
Got my bands higher
Of course its
Cause I do the least
Brick under the seat
A whole thing
Ridin' by the police
Waving like he know me
Cause I'm lowkey
Ridin' dirty
If he ever pull behind me
Imma take him on that ride
Pause
Never been a trick daddy
Bad bitches still let me slip and slide
Off-White on my nikes
Lookin' like
My shoes all zipped wit ties
Flipping weed like jessie white
Guys I use to hustle like
Saying I flipped up sides
Fuck em and get rich the plot
I'm sticking to the script
If a nigga can't play his role
He aint gone make it past this clip
And If you can't move this shit
My nigga in the Lou-will readily
Got niggas in the D
Good wit the D like Pat Beverly
Shout out my nigga baby face
Told me once I get up off this band
We getting crazy cake
That's my baby
Young niggas wit like
50 On they neck
Really it's 80
If you count the rolex
Wen you up, you can flex
It's still L's wit this shit
My nigga sick
It's been drought
Police hit the neighbors house
He had to flush like half a brick
That shit was too close for comfort
but least he still on the free side
Packed up and set up shop
back up on the east side
Haze in the van, serving grams
It feels grand to see my lil mans getting to the bands
Fuck what they said
It's still ran
And the price of tea in China
still higher than the one on yo head, bitch
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
Or maybe it was 07
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Ain't nobody put me on
I learned how on my own
Cause the game's sold separate
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Or maybe it was 07
Aye, I learned how on my own
Ain't nobody put me on
Cause the game still sold separate
Heyy

Trial and error
I learned from trial and error
I learned from trial and error
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
Or maybe it was 07
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Ain't nobody put me on
I learned how on my own
Cause the game's sold separate
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Or maybe it was 07
Aye, I learned how on my own
Ain't nobody put me on
Cause the game still sold separate
Heyy
Check it out
Whoever said Foe ain't growing is a liar
They gossipin'
I preach the gospel
While they just singing like the choir
Amen
God's angel living thru hell inspired
Every time
I came up out that jail inspired
From writing in my cell wired
Off the coffee balls
Had to learn to be humble
And excel in quiet
Killin em softly dog
Ralph lauran hills and stand higher
Polo across my draws
V-12 horses but ain't no Porsche's
Imma Lacrossing guard
Trap car directing traffic
Got my bands higher
Of course its
Cause I do the least
Brick under the seat
A whole thing
Ridin' by the police
Waving like he know me
Cause I'm lowkey
Ridin' dirty
If he ever pull behind me
Imma take him on that ride
Pause
Never been a trick daddy
Bad bitches still let me slip and slide
Off-White on my nikes
Lookin' like
My shoes all zipped wit ties
Flipping weed like jessie white
Guys I use to hustle like
Saying I flipped up sides
Fuck em and get rich the plot
I'm sticking to the script
If a nigga can't play his role
He aint gone make it past this clip
And If you can't move this shit
My nigga in the Lou-will readily
Got niggas in the D
Good wit the D like Pat Beverly
Shout out my nigga baby face
Told me once I get up off this band
We getting crazy cake
That's my baby
Young niggas wit like
50 On they neck
Really it's 80
If you count the rolex
Wen you up, you can flex
It's still L's wit this shit
My nigga sick
It's been drought
Police hit the neighbors house
He had to flush like half a brick
That shit was too close for comfort
but least he still on the free side
Packed up and set up shop
back up on the east side
Haze in the van, serving grams
It feels grand to see my lil mans getting to the bands
Fuck what they said
It's still ran
And the price of tea in China
still higher than the one on yo head, bitch
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
Or maybe it was 07
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Ain't nobody put me on
I learned how on my own
Cause the game's sold separate
Heyy
I touched my first brick
Back in 06
(Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whi) (Whip)
Or maybe it was 07
Aye, I learned how on my own
Ain't nobody put me on
Cause the game still sold separate
Heyy