Mismatch (Explicit) - NAV/Baby Face Ray

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Marcellus Rayvon Register/Wesley Glass/Mokhom Singh Bhangal/Amir Esmailian

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Marcellus Rayvon Register/Wesley Glass/Mokhom Singh Bhangal/Amir Esmailian

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 layin' 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 drivin' home drunk and I keep ******* up my rims

They just took my left hand now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti' **** look different through my lens

Mismatch I just did the Dior with the Prada

Big plaques walkin' 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 flossin' valet runnin' to me when I park up

Took her shoppin' got that girl a kit it was a start up

Expensive gas they smellin' my aroma when I spark up

Don't take me simple I'm the wrong tree that you should bark up

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 layin' 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 drivin' home drunk and I keep ******* up my rims

They just took my left hand now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti' **** look different through my lens

Carti' frames cost a lil' more 'cause they got icin'

Outlaw road runner dirty with no licenses

Shallow ***** you get money too then you're her type then

Gamblin' type to risk it all and throw the dice in

Music business litty but I'm workin' on the low

Man these rap ****** be friendly you just met 'em now it's bro

I just touched down for a bag and rockin' Marni to a show

***** it's Wavy Gang **** gettin' 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 that I repent 'cause I be sinnin'

Drop a bag and fuel the trenches it ain't **** to see 'em spin it know I'm stayin' litty *****

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 layin' 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 drivin' home drunk and I keep ******* up my rims

They just took my left hand now I'ma live without a limb

We could have the same Carti' **** look different through my lens