Lyrics Legend - C5

I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
2017 and we gone still be finessing
Put the family first and everything else is second
Got a bad red bone look like she came straight from Heaven
I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
Got a bad red bone look like she came straight from Heaven

Bad red bone look like she came from the gates
And she foreign that mean she ain't from the States
Like she paralyzed stay in her place
Take Patron shots straight to the face
Still bad when she take it off
But I bank at chase I don't chase broads
Not C (Nazi) like Adolph
Iron on me like I play golf
But naw na I don't play at all
Couple homeboys switch sides
All good that's they loss
Got Offset but I'm back on like Quavo
Finna Takeoff, with my Migos
I stay ready like pre-rolls
I get dough (door) like peep holes
That girl curved my steelo
Now she easy like free throws
I get my way, Carlito
She cook me rice and spring rolls
I eat good then I beat those
Right out of the frame
Your na a lame, ain't from where he claim
Hollow tips in my thang, case you wanna get brave
I'm making hits like the braves, they be riding my waves
I need O's in the safe, and I like them glazed
And if God strike me down today
Bet my girl still never leave
She can go and find another man
But she'll never find another me
Drink the margarita on the rocks
Still boy ain't nothing sweet
I'm the "answer" like the number 3
...don't "question" it

I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
2017 and we gone still be finessing
Put the family first and everything else is second
Got a bad red bone look like she came straight from Heaven
I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
I could die today an I'ma still be a legend
Got a bad red bone look like she came straight from Heaven

I'ma legend, you a hater
We are not friends nor related
She calling me a stranger
Just mean she wanna get acquainted
And damn she look amazing
That pussy so good I was late to graduation
Had the stinky finger at the ceremony
Things only getting better for me
Every single thing we do she go tell her homies
And that's why they always checking for me
I just hit the Harlem shake when the devil on me
Gotta keep it funky never phony
If you ever think of taking this metal on me
I'ma set it off like I'm Stoney, yea
Street muscle but I'm boney, yea
Need yams Macaroni, yea
Baby boy like I'm Jody, yea
Used to beef with my step pops
But now that na like my homie, yea
In the house make the bed rock
Neighbors can't sleep cause my shorty, yea
She gone order up a red-box and some pizza for me
If I'm hungry, yea
I wear the pants and the t shirt
And the socks, shoes and draws too
She dreaded up like Lauryn Hill
But she thick as fk like Badu
I could of made it to the NBA
Got post game and I'm tall too
And all my homies had hoops dreams
They don't play no more but they all shoot
G-O-D that's my dude
Blessings always fall through
Girls love me like I'm Ja Rule
Got a red bone but her eyes blue
And when she ask me if I want some head
That's the only time I'm saying I do, yea