Lyrics:
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My enemy comes but they leaving in few
I just want to grow, it feel good to grow
I’m glad I could grow, man it’s good to grow
I just want to grow,
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
ourselves, can't go, and depend on my mom
Now I'm grown, see the change, gotta find my way
Either good or bad, I'm a man now
Dear Lord, help me out
Pussy
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
engineer in the train sittin' in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
"Oh my, oh my, what
Pay you in some dust
Hope you blow away
All the shade, shade
Always thrown my way
But I guess I gotta flex
On these fucking sweet flakes
All the fake,
I made sure to change from my pajamas to real clothing and report to my keyboard in my living room by 5:00 PM every day, I had to write at least one
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I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
good?
Namaste, where the drug?
Where the babe? take a bit feel the fade
So cool even on them rainy days
Man I'm in my stunna shadez (In my stunna shadez)
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
but a good kid turn bad when they wanna take man for a prick[02:10.87]I wanna be like my rich exe's dad when he whips round in expensive
shows instead of those
Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold
I wanna lamp, I wanna be in the shade
Plus the spotlight,
damn, I mean foot up in your ass
I kick that shit, now go on, put it in the trash
Deezle
Uh, I'm gettin' money like a motherfucker
Shades darker
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
Goddamn
And I'm going ham, pull you closer
Grip you by your neck while I nibble on your shoulder
Text messaging "Oh, woah"
In my phone like, "When you
good
It feels so good
Verse1
Feels like sex, no lie.
Boy I'm too damn fly.
Got that feeling, feeling you can not buy.
Happiness in my eyes.
Part time
They call me moneybags
I get like
Motivated by green, and boy success what I breathe
But I ain't change still riding round in the '03 like
That
They call
customized marble gray bidet, good day!
What the fuck did he just say?!
See, why can't I bust my way?
Since '98 you could trust my name,
I've adapted
Aye yo—once upon a time in Detroit[00:12.11]There was this man named Rob[00:13.52]He had just got outta work[00:14.81]He wiped the sweat off his
shows instead of those
Hangin' on my livin' room wall, my first joint and it went gold
I wanna lamp, I wanna be in the shade
Plus the spotlight,
weather man 'cause it might rain
Keep my windshield wipers prepared 'cause y'all threw so much shade
And I got jacket in trunk, but that's in the front
I
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man
I-I called in for another appointment
I
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