Published: 2024-07-29 13:09 Selection chords: Sarah Harris
Tonality
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Yeah, ayy
Yeah, uh
Lord
Ayy
Yeah
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Iʼm dealing with a lot of problems, I know if yʼall can relate
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Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate
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And I can really use a stress reliever
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ʼCause where Iʼm from they catchinʼ bullets like the best receivers
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The chopperʼs singinʼ like Justin Bieber
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The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears
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Likе the Nile, I can flow for years
I rеally got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears
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Rap niggas lying through their teeth though these are not veneers
Skipping through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears
I conquer fears, running up them Mʼs and drive my momma tears
I love Jim Carrey, but donʼt fuck with yes-men
I need honest ears when in the studio
Turned down a movie role to finish the album
I pray the outcome is good
Clayton Bigsby, yʼall done took a nigga out of the hood
Carrying water, chopping the wood
But you gonʼ always have motion if the product is good
Lord knows itʼs crazy how I can just text HOV
And run plays on the weekend, itʼs more than just XOʼs
When I dropped my first album I was nervous, my chest froze
Plans gonʼ be executed like niggas on death row
Bought a new fuckinʼ crib but that shit is an escrow
Got my credit score low as my self-esteem but I grow
Itʼs a yellow beam when I glow
I have mellow dreams when I smoke
To my fellow kings, keep the hope
I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning
Acting wild like a Black & Mild, we smoked up on it
I prayed and hoped for this moment and if I post it, I own it
No cap for me, we get money like athletes
Like the eighth man on the Wizards, thatʼs more of a match for me
If we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry
Boy, I got this down to a science, I promise you I ainʼt lying
Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough
Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro send ʼem to Fairy World
Never wore a jerry curl like Mike Jack in the 80ʼs
I might crash the Mercedes
My life flashed from a baby
I reminisce on the daily
My penmanship what ya pay me
Itʼs time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy
Time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last
New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash
The competition, damn, we wave past
I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh
Just let it breath
Let it breath
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Yeah, let it breath
(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)
Just let it breath
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I need more real love and less fake laughs
I wear this mean mug like a facemask
She give me real love with that fake ass
It fit me like a glove, OJ hands
Iʼma need a little love from your hatinʼ ass
Real love, real love, Mary J. playinʼ
Need less yes-men and more amens
Iʼma need more real prayers and less prayer hands
Iʼm smoking straight gas, no brake pads
You smoking Bubba Dub, nigga straight trash
I get more camel toe than them Arabs
She deep throat the whole dick but couldnʼt take half
I take a nigga life before he take the stand
Take some drugs and take off, take some when I land
You standing on business, Iʼm a business man
Iʼm a goat nigga, you a sacrificial lamb
You a teddy bear, nigga, you a Teddy Graham
You sweet as jelly-jam, honey glazed deli ham
Bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam
I got a heavy hand but hold it like a steady cam
talking to the martians when I pray, man?
I need to know is there a heaven or just Space Jam?
And itʼs Saturday morning, everyday math
Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man
Why they playing?
Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland
And if it ainʼt a red flag then itʼs a red flag
And if it ainʼt Mula Baby then I ainʼt the dad
I need my haters scanned
Yeah, I need more hard drugs, less annoying plugs
I need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds
Blunted like a rocket ship, yeah, we going up
Coffee in a styrofoam cup
Good morning, itʼs Saturday
