You know everything is in black and white Like me for example, black dad, white mom You know when tv first started it was in black and white See the thing about me and cannon We love to do things first So the first band to put out a mixtape It would come from us
I can't be ridin' with a sucka nigga nah uh-uh, no sir, can't do it Can't see yourself, blunt bros no time sir, no sir can't do it Niggas in the game, all these niggas on the sidelines Lookin' mad as hell bitch john gru Take my nikes off [?] on my feet Still wanna come and rap, let's do it
Young nigga what your life like? All my niggas ballin' round here Reppin' players like a highlight All my bitches out here lookin' like fine wine All your bitches out here lookin' like fright night, yikes 20 Thousand dollars on a rollie, no ice Know you can't afford it if you ask bout the price See I been gettin' paid like all my damn life But it ain't bout no money, you just don't live right
Change all the talking Change all the talk Fuckin' with one true I could change all your minds I change in the day I change in the night I paint it all black and I paint it all white Margiela to offset her My money under this jacket
Versace boots for my sets Can't dap me, I'm too dapper, damn I mean I'm fleeker than the scamers on the damn ground Vintage trans, strange x-men, last stand And your last man shoppin' out my trash can Recycle bin has been, damn how ya life been Tell us how the lights been Tell us how your night ends Shit I don't fuck the groupie hoes or their hype friends Benjamins take 'em in, call it a night's end
Smiling the whole damn time thinkin' nice win I remember nights when, [?] friends was absent Fueled by nothing but past shit now It's packs of 100s, these niggas they done done it You guessed just how they did it They dumb it just so they near it They payin' cause we amazing
Put a [?] in the caymans Now you don't know if I'm playing, that's a win right there You tryna celebrate well that's some head right there I'm tryna meditate, you put the gas in the air And we don't give a fuck, throwin' money everywhere Welcome to [?] we add on the x's damn I met a stranger yesterday She said it would all just go away And when she put her hands on me I met a stranger yesterday
She said it would all just go away And when she put her hands on me It was gone, it was gone It was gone gone gone, gone gone gone Won't you go away, never comin' back Won't you go away, never comin' back Stranger gone today
Oh God, I can't believe I made this shit This is for friends and family This is for those that stand right by my side Friends and family This is the one they won't forget
Compositores: Cecil Miguel Bernardy (Logilk) (BMI), Jeremy Allen Freedman (BMI), Jesse J Rutherford (BMI), Jonathan Jacob Dorr (Jono) (BMI), Lonnie Sr Kimble (BMI), Michael Blake Jr Margott (BMI), Venedict Chiajulam Jr Ihesiaba (ASCAP), Zach Shane Abels (BMI)Editores: Douche Cash Music (BMI), EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI), On The Fence Music (BMI), Pen Island Music (BMI), Sony Atv Ballad (BMI), Turn First Music Publishing (BMI), Zman Music (BMI)Administração: EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI), Sony Atv Ballad (BMI), Sony/atv Music Publishing LlcECAD verificado obra #17489634 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM