Old School Error Error Lyrics

Baby, I'm the Prada kind Designed on our bodies like disguises

Making you cry Baby, I'm the Gucci type

It's all for free, ain't gotta check the prices

Yeah, you know we bumpin' all that old shit Hit em with that error, error

I'm not talking shit, yeah, like soon I'm selling out the Rockefeller

You know what damage off the dome like this shit acapella

But keep on speaking on my money, get hit with Baretta's

I'm not talking chedda, yeah, I'm talking doe

And if this is my life, then crazy girl, you gotta go

I'm getting way too high, I'm swerving on the E-Way, hope I make it home

If I don't, I know my mama would be screaming at the phone

You gotta pick it up, you gotta live it up

It's crazy, you don't want your life, so fucking give it up

But lately I've been in my head, I'm trying to think, bruh

I can't even understand the way that I just wanna feel, yeah

This ain't no YouTube, I ain't in it for views, I'm not in it

For the money, I'm not in it for you

It's just the simple willpower of a man in the booth

That's ready to spit the venom and just tell you the truth

And that's real

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Gucci, Louis, Prada, had to buy my bitch a new bag from Chanel

I hope I don't get pulled over, the cops, they know the smell

Yeah, but fuck him, so he's sitting here, we steady smoking loud

Yeah, the tint rolled up just like a president, you know we moving wealth

But I don't kiss and tell, but there ain't no speaker spells

So all these kids be learning off computers like, oh, what you teaching now

So yeah, I'm reaching out, trying to find the peak

But it started crumbling, everyone under me, I think it's crazy, it's certain defeat

But I'm gonna be the best, there ain't no time to take this test

And all the peers, they tease us, whether they causing the kids all the stress

They're making their heads all a mess, like, yeah, you want them depressed

Like I was the kid in the back of the classes with my headphones on

I was trying to write this verse, trying to put in the work

But no one wants to teach you about life, yeah, you know it hurts

They really wanna build you up, they throw you in the dirt

The psychological warfare inside the church

Yeah, you know we bumping all that old shit, hit them with that error, error

Not talking shit, yeah, like soon I'm selling out the Rockefeller

You know we're dam off the dome like this shit acapella

But keep on speaking on my money, get hit with Berettas

I'm not talking chedda, yeah, I'm talking dough

And if this is my life, then crazy girl, you gotta go

I'm getting way too high, I'm swerving on the E-Way, hope I make it home

If I don't, I know my mama would be screaming at the phone, you gotta pick it up