Backstreet Boy - Skooly

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

Backstreet boy

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

I, I don’t give no fuck 'bout no enemy

Fuck that lil bitch on a dinner date

My wrist is frozen, it’s in a lake

I got more hoes than J Timberlake nigga

Ain’t no tellin' what I’m in today

Maserati, Tesla, and a Wraith

Shawty say she wasn’t feelin' safe

Told that bitch to get a realer bae

Tell me you not with him

Tell me this shit ain’t impossible

Tell me this shit wasn’t costin' you

Tell me this shit wasn’t obstacles

I come from the block, was impossible

I come from the block, it ain’t possible

I come from them pissy apartments

Rats and roaches and possums, shit

You know the game adopted him, you know they searchin' for bodies

Boy get that pain up out of him, healin' or hurtin' somebody

Ain’t nothin' change about him, it ain’t no shame about it

I pull up to work with a thotty, I pull up work in big body

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

Straight out that water, no immigrant

You wouldn’t want to see images

I wouldn’t even want you to feel this shit

All of my water was limited

Raised on the west of the city, city

Where they ain’t showin' no pity, pity

All of my clothes was shitty, shitty

Now I get money like Diddy, litty

Shawty gon' show me them titties, huh

No she ain’t havin' no business, huh

Knowin' I give her the business, huh

Knowin' I come from the trenches, huh

Might blow with the bomb, it’s tickin'

I fucked my first young lil bitch

My brother got slumped in the kitchen

And all of my partners was junkies

The game is lame without him

You can’t replace him or stop him

Boy get that hate up out of them

Ballin' up, hurry your partner

You know my partner a shotter

You know my brother was mobbin'

I pull up to work with a thotty, you get in

She probably twerk for a lot of your friends, yeah, yeah yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah

You know I come from the backstreet, yeah