Mismatch Lyrics by NAV & Baby Face Ray
Please don’t judge me by my past if I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend
I can’t talk hot on the phone the situation that I’m in
I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand, now I’ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti’, shit look different through my lens
Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada
Big plaques walking through my crib, I got a lot of
My block is hot, I walk through and I’m scared to step on lava
My lil’ homies proud of me and still be sellin’ product
I be flossing, valet runnin’ to me when I park up
Took her shoppin’, got that girl a kit, it was a start-up
Expensive gas, they smelling my aroma when I spark up
Don’t take me simple, I’m the wrong tree that you should bark up
(Yeah, Wheezy outta here)
Please don’t judge me by my past if I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend
I can’t talk hot on the phone the situation that I’m in
I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand, now I’ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti’, shit look different through my lens
Carti’ frames cost a lil’ more ’cause they got icing
Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you’re her type then
Gambling, type to risk it all and throw the dice in
Music business litty but I’m workin’ on the low
Man, these rap n***** be friendly, you just met ’em, now it’s bro
I just touched down for a bag and rockin’ Marni to a show
Bitch is Wavy Gang, hoes getting gnarly on a boat
Facemob, yeah, they call me that ’cause my hands in it
I’m the first in Celine Timberlands, they should put me in the Guinness
God’s son, know I repent ’cause I be sinnin’
Drop a bag and fuel the trenches, it ain’t shit to see ’em spin it
Know I’m staying litty, n****
Please don’t judge me by my past if I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten
I was laying in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend
I can’t talk hot on the phone the situation that I’m in
I keep driving home drunk and I keep fucking up my rims
They just took my left hand, now I’ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti’, shit look different through my lens
(Wheezy outta here)