Kinda White - Wasted Rose Lyrics

List of trash: all of these tryna be rappers
Your Instagram: looks like you never seen gas
And about your gang: Chicago got fewer rats
And about your fam: nothing I'd ever offend
Hop-hop-hop-hop drop top pull up
80 limit, with the gas hit 200, huh
Double amount equals triple the profit, huh
Guess it be never, be never enough yuh, huh-huh-huh
You wanna be someone, I'm gonna be someone
You got adidas socks, me Valentino Chucks
Look at these skinny jeans, only thing we got in common
Like when I was 16 yuh, now my loose jeans stacking up-up
Only way up to the top
I'm droppin' the top on convertibles
Or always more often on thots
She toppin' me up in convertibles
The lock on my heart still unhurt-able
4 to 5 years now I'm earn-able
Smoke on my lungs still run marathons
From problems away & return to 'em