Tom Sawya
By Scotty ATL (2016)
On album Daily Bread (2016)
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[Verse 1]
It's crazy how the same thing can make you smile
Can make you cry, no 2 Chainz, but tell no lie
I make cake for a livin', never made no pot
The same nigga hangin' with you, try to frame your guy
I still ate good for Thanksgivin'
But I ain't have no thanks to give
To these fuck niggas, boy, I got a chip on my shoulder
Strawberry cold, jacket colder
Got me rollin' on the river
So much paper, I started carryin' scissors
Damn high, ain't on Forbes yet
Waiter still ain't brought no fork yet
I'm hoggin' in the motherfucker
2 told me that the whole hood ain't behind ya, nigga
I should have know, man, Houston like second home
I hit the barber shop, real pimps playin' my song
For a minute take my mind off the pressure at home
Everybody play it different when they think you done blown
The jackers lookin' for the jewelry and the pictures they show
If you don't know me by now, we ain't kickin' at home
I think I got a slight case of paranoia, oh yeah
Local rappers mad that they ain't made it before ya
Gotta mean team for menace, to my lawyer
Bitches wanna burry my feds, I'm Tom Sawyer
Swimmin' to the money, I employ you
[Hook]
All I wanted was [?]
Back then with a bad bitch and a bad friend
Now mama proud of a nigga
I ride by, they just smile at a nigga
Where my haters go?
I can't find them
[Verse 2]
Mama still ain't got that brand new house, man, we need that
My woman still ain't got that brand new bye bye
But me and Mike on the grind like the rap game consistent
Smoke a fat blunt and try to find a good rib eye
I see you watchin' me with your real eye, bumpin' that Fetty shit
Such a coincidence, [?]
Did the dime for you boy, all summer
Let 'em know I'm comin', they talkin' fresh but I was talkin' tree high
I dare your bread 'bout that deal you got
The one you sold your soul, on Snapchat still lyin' to hoes
We let you slide 'cause you really not a factor
Plus I, you never had no hoes
Some people won't understand, I'm tryna make that dough
And see LA, we was grindin' out here makin' dough
I tried to visualise the moment, know it's comin'
Always celebrate this shit when a young nigga make it
[Hook]
All I wanted was [?]
Back then with a bad bitch and a bad friend
Now mama proud of a nigga
I ride by, they just smile at a nigga
Where my haters go?
I can't find them
It's crazy how the same thing can make you smile
Can make you cry, no 2 Chainz, but tell no lie
I make cake for a livin', never made no pot
The same nigga hangin' with you, try to frame your guy
I still ate good for Thanksgivin'
But I ain't have no thanks to give
To these fuck niggas, boy, I got a chip on my shoulder
Strawberry cold, jacket colder
Got me rollin' on the river
So much paper, I started carryin' scissors
Damn high, ain't on Forbes yet
Waiter still ain't brought no fork yet
I'm hoggin' in the motherfucker
2 told me that the whole hood ain't behind ya, nigga
I should have know, man, Houston like second home
I hit the barber shop, real pimps playin' my song
For a minute take my mind off the pressure at home
Everybody play it different when they think you done blown
The jackers lookin' for the jewelry and the pictures they show
If you don't know me by now, we ain't kickin' at home
I think I got a slight case of paranoia, oh yeah
Local rappers mad that they ain't made it before ya
Gotta mean team for menace, to my lawyer
Bitches wanna burry my feds, I'm Tom Sawyer
Swimmin' to the money, I employ you
[Hook]
All I wanted was [?]
Back then with a bad bitch and a bad friend
Now mama proud of a nigga
I ride by, they just smile at a nigga
Where my haters go?
I can't find them
[Verse 2]
Mama still ain't got that brand new house, man, we need that
My woman still ain't got that brand new bye bye
But me and Mike on the grind like the rap game consistent
Smoke a fat blunt and try to find a good rib eye
I see you watchin' me with your real eye, bumpin' that Fetty shit
Such a coincidence, [?]
Did the dime for you boy, all summer
Let 'em know I'm comin', they talkin' fresh but I was talkin' tree high
I dare your bread 'bout that deal you got
The one you sold your soul, on Snapchat still lyin' to hoes
We let you slide 'cause you really not a factor
Plus I, you never had no hoes
Some people won't understand, I'm tryna make that dough
And see LA, we was grindin' out here makin' dough
I tried to visualise the moment, know it's comin'
Always celebrate this shit when a young nigga make it
[Hook]
All I wanted was [?]
Back then with a bad bitch and a bad friend
Now mama proud of a nigga
I ride by, they just smile at a nigga
Where my haters go?
I can't find them
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