Bobblehead ft. SAINT KID Lyrics

From the most humble beginnings

I been doing nothing but winning, what a wonderful feeling

Thought that you was part of the team... whole time you was one of the villains

Really cant escape from that

Chilling on Cayuga street, god please take me back

I was only 12 bro, really tryna play the trap

AAU basketball, big cousin shaving crack

Used to it, can’t react

Grew up in a hell hole, had to let my self grow

Couldn’t get the shell toes, rocking Pay-Less soles

Know the ones, with no shoe strings-just the velcro

Now I do the marathon, how long the wealth goes

Plant bunch of seeds, I’m the thorn on Melrose

Came too far to worry 'bout someone else goals

Made mine, shout out to my fam doing state time

Vibe like the rhythm on the bass line

Pull up to his crib wearing grape 5’s

Stomp niggas out 'till I make wine

They gon have to call this a hate crime

Let’s toast to the year

Took control of my career, so we give me roses while I’m here

Gave my heart, and that’s more than they asked for

SWAT team at my crib... whole task force

Lot of pain in my head, what I rap for?

Got the crowd looking like bobble heads on the dashboard

This ones for the kids that they counted out

Made something out of nothing, that’s without a doubt

They impressed by my life... one hell of a story

Now every shot that we take is celebratory