Rod Wave — You wouldn’t understand

I’m sorry baby I don’t live that kind of life, I be turnt up every night, I ain’t got room for a wife Shit dangerous and damaging, shit you kinda scandalous, so maybe you can handle it But I live the dream, I ain’t yo average teen, I don’t sell sandwiches Heartbreak hotel season I get paid for gambling I got two accountants , that’s for money management and managers to manage what they managing Hate when people say they “get it” or they “understand” Cause truth be told, I don’t think you’ll ever stand a chance You won’t get into yo closest niggas showing animosity, hoes that you barely know try to fuck you constantly Hating nigga say that you won’t blow cause you ain’t special Everywhere you go somebody got to be extra They pull you to the side and try to give you a lecture, and you don’t want to hear it but you gotta be respectful If not, they say yo head “too big” cause you up next And everywhere you go, you rock diamonds round yo neck Niggas smile around you but don’t want to see you flex And you don’t step in clubs unless they cut you a check And you don’t like clubs but you damn sure can pack em You walk through malls every Saturday to get reactions And hoes that used to turn you down they come around with actin Asking for pictures to put kisses in the caption You wouldn’t understand til yo private life was public The world love watching you turn nothing into something The life and path you choose consist of non stop hustling Hitting the road, doing shows, and elbow rubbing You forced to stay away from yo brothers, cause they be thugging You love em like brothers but can’t get in nomore trouble Niggas want you to fail and yo family want you to bubble Looking for you to blow and come get em all out the gutter You wouldn’t I’d rest and until you have to hit that road, you’ll never have time for the people you love the most Taking chances, trying to ball, put evil in the post Evil in certain people is really starting to show And you wouldn’t understand until yo job was yo career it’s like yo sport, you leave the 12th won’t be back to the 4th You go hotel to hotel, resort to resort, you got eight bills a month but only one of them yours And you couldn’t understand if I paid ya You wouldn’t understand if I made ya it’s crazy Life we live daily is major, now understand I went from a nobody to the fucking man Everybody fucking mad, cause I got that bag and passed the torch, but ain’t nobody pass the torch when I had first jumped off the porch Me and Chris Adkins in that can dreaming about that Porsche I was down alone in that cell, down with no remorse Sean sitting st that table trying to get it right, me and pops on the phone and we talking prison life Me and momma going back and forth kicked out every night, I was kicked out every night I know it’s hard to faith in the greatness in yo city, cause nobody has ever really made it in yo city Couple church songs, but nobody’s major in yo city Nobody hit the big stage and skated in yo city Niggas got cocky then they got lazy in yo city Eventually they critically faded in yo city But this young nigga is coming to make changes in yo city, changes in yo city