Oprah & Gayle
2 Chainz, Benny the Butcher, Lil Wayne
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Collegrove Checkerboard luggage Ramen in the cupboard I left Art Basel with a sculpture You listening to the lyrical nunchuck Chuckling dumbfucks Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough I kept my lawn cut This felon conduct I got my arm out the window of an armed truck It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger Came up on cold cuts Heart got a hole in it Bank got a roll in it The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it The Cullinan so big it need a stove in it Now that's deep, I just dove in it The closet came with garage doors The Goyard is on all fours I do this shit for encores I did this shit in Tom Ford They said I'm wrong for it I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics Motivated by more that mean I want more of this, I want more jewelry More cars, I want more cribs What you expect from a kid That grew up with his stomach touching his rib Echos coming from out the fridge Now papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that Don't smoke no cig' but I'll shoot that, true facts Nah I mean? My lighter St. Laurent Yeah That's St. Laurent fire You gotta hold your hand mid-air when you do a verse like that Uh, hoppin' out a slide out Runnin' through a walkthrough Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes Tall money, short fuse Long money, long, ooh Champagne Papi part 2 She my corkscrew Tattoos over war wounds Wrist look like its on zoom Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em I got the spikes on the Gucci look like Bart to 'em Gimme the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em Stunt man Verses in my lunch bag Rappers on my launch pad Chopper make 'em do the Kriss Kross or make 'em jump dance Lump sums, lump bands What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman F*ck that, Jordan meme I'ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine I'ma get some bling, let it bling like some Oil Sheen I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on the queen And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem This our team, my regimen, I'ma higher being Purple smoke fire green Sweet 'n' sour cream Peakin' higher now we towering Peak position Give my people power, now we power fiends It's addiction Feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring You swing, you miss Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition I'm in pitiful condition Scratch that, but who was itchin'? Teamsters, the union did it Tune 'n Tity, Young Money, Tru Religion That's some Teamster shit That's a Saint Laurent lighter, woo I got "stoner-virus," baby Her right there? She got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm And her over there? She wouldn't let me f*ck so now she got "loner-virus", alright Ayy, stop leasin' niggas We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me Yo They was laughin' But we was smart drug trafficking We was sharks (uh-huh) I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults Kinda crazy My last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me Spent half my 20s in prison and aged gracefully For paper, you know we grind, place a wager And you'll be fine (uh-huh) I put my fork down, now every major want me to sign Left the hood for Hollywood It wasn't worth being famous (it wasn't worth it) Bro, every chick got a beamer and a personal trainer I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (uh-huh) It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion My name come up when you talkin' dope or comparin' classics (uh-huh, uh-huh) Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took I wish 'em the best of luck I asked a question, and he gave me an answer That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa Back home, I'm one of the narcos, semi autos Dodge fans like New York City potholes Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny Money made me more hungry 'Cause majority wait 'til they chubby And then get comfy, nah You get that first taste then you learn to appreciate All the risks you gotta take To turn a Ford to a Wraith (uh-huh) I'm checkin' in on my hood Like I hope all is well I'm still close to my scale We like Oprah and Gayle You get a Rollie You get a Rollie You get a Rollie You get a Rollie Everybody gets a Rollie You get a Rollie You get a Rollie You get a Rollie too Everybody gets a Rollie
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Written by: Tauheed Epps, Dwayne Carter, Jeremie Pennick
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