How Did I Get Here song by Offset from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Atlanta Rap, Rap, East Coast music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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How Did I Get Here Meaning
| [[Intro: Offset] Uh, nobody, you know what I’m sayin’, nobody, nobody thought a nigga would be right here, though, you know That shit make like, that shit make, that shit make a difference in me and you You was supposed to be here, nigga Nigga, I wasn’t ‘posed to be in this motherfucker Man, you know what I’m sayin’ Give all the glory to God and hard work But you niggas gotta respect this shit, you know what I’m sayin’ I’m straight from the… [Chorus: Offset] Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?) Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield) I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill) Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile) Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill) Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise) I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized) We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park) Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight) Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park) Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined) The story of my life (The life) Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before) Have you ever done time? (Time) Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds) Confinement mind (Confinement) How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time) The truth be told (Told) I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold) In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul , [Verse 1: Offset] Felt like I was born on Mars (Mars) Everybody starin’ too hard (Starin’) They didn’t really think I was a star (They didn’t really) Then I fucked around, beat the odds (Fucked around) How did I get right here? (How did I?) Neck, wrist on chandelier (Chandelier) Made me wanna drop some tears (Tears) Thankin’ God that I switched gears (Whooo) I’m from another lightyear, I’m a Martian (Martian) One-third of a human, just partial (One third) I’m the Sergeant, the Captain, the Marshal (Serge) I start to barf, it was too much potion Too fast, everything in slow motion I get the cash and my money keep grossin’ (Get the cash) Popped a bottle, champagne, we toastin’ Suicide doors on the coupe when they open (Skrrt) They didn’t believe in me (Nah) Check the stats, number one, you see (You see) I bet my haters can’t breathe Nigga, don’t even compare to me (Nah) Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare) We can fuck ’em by the pair, by the three (By the pair) Chopper soundin’ like a snare in a beat (Like a snare) I’m from the A, I love your ass, it’s a peach (Peach) Where I’m from, niggas cash, don’t lease (Cash) Where I’m from, the stick’s on the backseat (Stick sticks) Where I’m from, police put you six feet A lot of bums and they sleepin’ on the street (Bums) Yeah, yeah, that’s at home (Yeah) Nigga, go back to your fam’ where you dead wrong (Go back) Miss my dawg, dead and gone (Miss him) I can hear his voice telling me “Don’t go alone” (Pistol) Yeah, the money can’t fix that (Nah) Dirty money, had to rinse that (Dirty money) I try my hardest not to look back (I try) Not too long ago a nigga would’ve took that (Gimme that) This for my niggas had to cook packs (Cook cook) Million dollar trap fall ’cause of one rat (Rats) Yeah, ain’t no comin’ back (Yeah) How I made it out the jungle, yeah, without a scratch (Hey) , [Chorus: Offset] Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?) Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield) I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill) Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile) Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill) Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise) I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized) We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park) Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight) Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park) Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined) The story of my life (The life) Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before) Have you ever done time? (Time) Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds) Confinement mind (Confinement) How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time) The truth be told (Told) I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold) In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul [Verse 2: J. Cole] Baptized at First Baptist Church The pastor name was Reverend Johnson (Okay) Chastised his shirt and matchin’ shoes But had to front, it never bothered him (Okay) Hurt his pride but he swallowed it (Okay) Dirt is all that he spotted And in the dirty south where bodies pilin’ up So high, they block the birds and rerouted ’em (Damn) Plenty murderers had observers but You never heard a peep out of them So many funerals it ain’t enough numerals to keep count of them (Woah) Look, I’m just settin’ the scene Back when I stared at the phone as I’m lettin’ it ring Another collector, they leave us a message My mama in deficit, must intervene I bust out the seams, I’m gettin’ too big for these britches now I invest in the dream, I’m destined for green I got superstar dick for these bitches now I got superstar dick for these bitches now And I think about that when I dig ’em out (When I dig ’em out, when I dig ’em out) , [Chorus: Offset] Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?) Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield) I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill) Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile) Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill) Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise) I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized) We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park) Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight) Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park) Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined) The story of my life (The life) Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before) Have you ever done time? (Time) Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds) Confinement mind (Confinement) How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time) The truth be told (Told) I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold) In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul] |
