Til The End Lyrics

They thought I was British, they thought I was French

Way back when, I was left on the bench

Back in school, didn't have much friends

With a few bros, ride for til the end

Why these fools wanna reconnect?

Cause they know I'm finna be the best out the West

No Cench cause I rep St.K

C.V. we don't like when you say it's the bay

I was stuck in my ways, now I'm changing

I feel myself straight elevating

Tryna be the greatest, been doing myself and they hate it

They swear they show love but it's fake and I know it

Bogus, they don't think I notice that

Been making these slaps till my loaf is fat

Was worried bout dames, I gotta make change

Spit game like the rain, better soak in that

Obsessed with your love for a minute, I doubt you gon' listen

You only gon' hear on my story

Caught feelings I tried to ignore it

Saw you as important but nowadays I think you're boring

Thought you was a dub, still do but in New York

Long story short, won't be in this two door

What makes you think you gon' hop in this coupe for?

I was big crushing but now gotta move forward

They thought I was British, they thought I was French

Way back when, I was left on the bench

Back in school, didn't have much friends

With a few bros, ride for til the end

Why these fools wanna reconnect?

Cause they know I'm finna be the best out the West

No Cench cause I rep St.K

C.V. we don't like when you say it's the bay

C'est la two hundred and nine

J'ai besoin de l'oseille et jamais une meuf

Yeah I gotta stay focused, I'm not acting tough

I get to the dough and I stack it up

Something like a bakery, can't be where the fakers be

Got a buzz now they praising me

See me coming up is what they hate to see

If they can't get into my bénéfice

Wait I meant to say benefits, you know I been the shit

Vietnamese but still a veteran

Back then had me hella bent, I was so frail and slim

Now they love me in my element

The tables have turned, the bridges have burned too

Ain't no beef, my success finna hurt you

Tryna be me you can learn to

You moving jobless, it ain't finna work dude

They thought I was British, they thought I was French

Way back when, I was left on the bench

Southeast ting and she looking so leng

What's up bae, wanna be your friend

Elle est trop belle, petite mademoiselle

J'suis avec deux frères, on écoute PNL

Au DD, tu sais que je charbonne pour benef

Got foreign flow like I'm in Venice