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Never thought I'd be here for certain
Now that I seen it in person
To me it was worth it
Including the bullshit
Put my name on that motherfucker, yeah
I write it in cursive, then approve it
Spit game in this motherfucker, yeah
I might hit a curveball, get a new hit
Got a new bit, I just put the curve on her
Me and her on a new trip, where the water be blue as shit
Pull up, new city not new to this
Hit the drop zone for the pickup, ain't shit missing
Can't trust a nigga with a shipment, don't get twisted
Can't trust niggas at all, really, weird energy
Don't fuck with niggas at all, shit, got trust issues
Fuck bitches, get money
Grew up with black privilege, yeah, a lil' nigga had somethin'
Lookin' back, even the black privilege wasn't that much
I seen my dad fall, he ain't have no backup
He had to do it all, had to get back up
He had to prove to all that, black love come with black trust
Fast forward 25, I got my dad blood
I'ma go body this whole shit, it's time to mask up
This shit here came with a touch
No boo I ain't tryin to fuck
There you go comin with Lust
Tryna make my shit go up
You can pour this in that glass
I'ma pour that in that cup
These niggas rhyming for what
Shit I'm just here for the show
I get the bag, dab the promoter up, then get the fuck out the door
Can't wait around with these hoes
You know the broads gon' show up
She might pour that up in this glass
Put some of that up in your cup
Niggas be tricking for what?
Shit, I'm just here for the show
It was all a dream
First toured when I was 13
With the Norwoods, first time I rehearsed singing
From the North Cac where they spin shirts, never wave towels
I'll give you three to six, I don't need eight hours
I ain't repeating shit, I ain't gon' say it for hours
Gotta believe in this shit, I stay up all day for hours
See me in something exotic, make no mistake it's ours
Going hard every day, every hour
This shit here came with a touch
No boo I ain't tryin to fuck
There you go comin with Lust
Tryna make my shit go up
You can pour this in that glass
I'ma pour that in that cup
These niggas rhyming for what
Shit I'm just here for the show
I get the bag, dab the promoter up, then get the fuck out the door
Can't wait around with these hoes
You know the broads gon' show up
She might pour that up in this glass
Put some of that up in your cup
Niggas be tricking for what?
Shit, I'm just here for the show



Авторы: Christopher Stowe



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