[Intro]
Uh, I made it out my postcode
I'm in France, I made it out my postcode
I'm in France, I made it out my postcode
I'm in France, I'm in-
Fu-
[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, it took time
I knew that it would take time
I won't let these niggas take mine
Now I'm aging like I'm fine wine, fine dine
Calling on my line she tryna find time
And now I'm doing it, I can't fuck with you
And now I'm doing it, I can't fuck with you
I'm finally peering through
Yeah, I'm going up
I was broke I ain't had nothing
Yeah, it fucking sucked
Aye, call my bredrin up, you tryna bop?
Are you tryna roll? Yeah, we tryna go
[Chorus]
I made it out my postcode, I'm in France
I made it out my postcode, I'm in France
I made it out my postcode, I'm in France
I'm in–
I'm France
[Verse 2]
I saw a jawn wearing a proper dress
So I fucking danced
She call me right here to fucking dance, uh
Yeah, they said I couldn't do it but i did it, yeah
Said I couldn't do it but I did it, yeah
Yeah, I'm the man I'm really getting it
Yeah, I'm the man that's really getting it
Niggas talk bares I'm like quiet, the fuck down
I'm a young nigga, made it way
Out of town
I'm in a studio up in France
Yeah, they know I'm the man just by the glance, yeah
[Chorus]
Yuhh, I made it out my postcode
I'm in France, I made it out my postcode
I'm in France, I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I'm in–
I'm in France
[Instrumental]
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB