First Verse:
Lewis & Personal -
Couple millie is the money gunna bring me back
No
f**ing silly I don't spend time on no whack
Ho
Little drama that little mamma think back
For
From the block to the mason
Margiela
Gotta n***a face lift
All black sh**
Sport it like im racist
In these negro leagues cover all bases
Base it
Face it
Get replaced with
Motherf**ers that really eat our faces
Lion n***a from the jungle
Don't nobody love you
Lying n***as never struggle
Don't nobody want to
Back in highschool
I lived like a old n***a
Now these b**hes wishing I wasn't they old n***a
Cause I talk that sh**
Said I keep it honest
You was never really good when you tried to ride it
And them n***as never beat me
I know they was writing
Motherf**er finna force
"I was freestyling."
Young ghost fly n***a livin' in the wild
f** a future motherf**er
Ima get it now
Little ratchet b**hes never like a smart n***a
Ima make her fall in love with this art n***a
Second Verse:
Lewis -
Ima make Rihanna wanna split apart Chris
This what happens when they try to take your heart b**h
This what happens when they turn me to a beast n***a
Tried to jump me so that I would never eat n***a
But Im just a single n***a from the borough though
Knew my story
Had glory
You was buried though
If that fo' rest calm with a young god
I was wasting time trying to get married though
Did you catch that?
How you goin' let a skinny n***a wreck that
Lord sh**
You know my n***as finna bless rap
God damn, these gettin' set back
Third Verse:
Personal -
Im radiant baby
Keith Haring son
Keep the arrow in baby
In a jungle of villains with no hearts
Spill the blood of black children
They so sharp
That cuts deep to succeed
Down a narrow path with a dumb broad
Thats so odd
She open though
And now shes in embarra**ed
But wait for the overdose
Hook:
Personal -
Cadillac dreamer on your journey of life
I said wouldn't you like to put daytons on the side
Lost souls are just waiting for a ride
Last verse:
Lewis -
All I wanted was love and all I got was silence
My n***as yellin' peace god
All we got was violence
To some I get old
To some I get Denzel
My girl don't like retail
The benz will treat me well
They'd always tell me
Break a motherf**in' leg for it
Now I wouldn't even crack a egg for it
n***a!
I use to want to be dead for it
Now I wouldn't even lay in bed for it
Some n***as would snitch to the feds for it
Or roll blunts
And probably grow dreads for it
I know theres b**hes that give head for it
Cause theres n***as sayin' you can get ahead for it
Country with grammar
In this loving land of...
If we don't make it quickly
Thats gunna be us in the slammer
Pan the camera
Third life panorama
God's gift
Santa sick of me?
Im sick of santa
I use to just romance her
And now my fingers clammer
Youjthink you gotta click
I damn em'
Give me a different answer
These n***as got whips?
I got some different phantoms
And I don't chase pain
I beat it with the hammer
Two tone
Touch this f**er
Too grown
Go from being boxed in
Now my roof gone
Poof
Gone
Nike fast
I put my shoes on
Paint our chains gold
Where we goin' put the noose dawg
WILD!