Dennis Rodman Lyrics by SAINt JHN
All this shit I did to buy a ‘Rari
Apologies, I’m very sorry
Just to have a horse on the car key
You praise me, I used to be robbin’, oh-oh
I’m not tryna be no Jordan, I’ll be Dennis Rodman
Ain’t nobody perfect, we was juggin’, we was mobbin’
Jumpin’ off the porch, every day with the goblins
Oh, what’s the problem? All for the squadron
Sellin’ cocaine
In the dope game, I hope it don’t kill you
Sellin’ cocaine
In the dope game, I hope it don’t kill you
It’s packed tonight, ayy, miss my nigga, yeah
These days, I only take pictures for Vogue, hey
I slid out the trenches, my nigga, yeah
I’m speaking from a position of growth
I hope that my brothers forgive me (Go)
I couldn’t stop to repair what we broke, ah
I pray that my mama get healthy, yeah
I hope that my glow-up is giving her hope
All this shit I did to buy a ‘Rari
Apologies, I’m very sorry
Just to have a horse on the car key
You praise me, I used to be robbin’, oh-oh
I’m not tryna be no Jordan, I’ll be Dennis Rodman
Ain’t nobody perfect, we was juggin’, we was mobbin’
Jumpin’ off the porch, every day with the goblins
Oh, what’s the problem? All for the squadron
Sellin’ cocaine
In the dope game, I hope it don’t kill you
Sellin’ cocaine
In the dope game, I hope it don’t kill you
Used to think the mob, they for sure was a limit that a nigga could’ve borrowed
Ah, used to be a time when all my heroes was the villains, I’m a little more mature
Ah, I still got regrets about them hammers I was stashin’, mama found behind the door
Ah, now I’m pullin’ up with ‘Raris and McLaren, this is normal, I’m just trollin’, shit a joke
All this shit I did to buy a ‘Rari
Apologies, I’m very sorry
Just to have a horse on the car key
You praise me, I used to be robbing, oh
I’m not tryna be no Jordan, I’ll be Dennis Rodman
Ain’t nobody perfect, we was juggin’, we was mobbin’
Jumpin’ off the porch, every day with the goblins
Oh, what’s the problem? All for the squadron
Sellin’ cocaine
In the dope game, I hope it don’t kill you
Sellin’ cocaine
In the dope game, I hope it don’t kill you
She thinks I’m a fuckin’ genius, I guess
She know I’m just good at guessin’
She thinks I’m a fuckin’ pretty boy, I guess
Locked up, I got good at dressing
She thinks I’m a fuckin’ sex symbol, I guess
I use my pool as a weapon
She thinks I’m a fuckin’ low-life, I guess
Got to know me, it’s a blessing
