[Verse 1: Russ] Yeah, I just hit the joint before I wrote this Record label rebel, 'member openin' at Omens Always saw the whole shit, always futuristic 2018, I made the Forbes Cash Kings list The wave of depression and anxiety for Christmas But I can never drown, I rose, Kate Winslet Gassed up, took a quick trip to my hometown Girls that were curvin' me turned into my hoes now Beat straight from Motown, shoutout Mr. Porter B-Dot and everybody, get your list in order This the album of the year by a long shot Barkin' got your dog dropped Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott I don't care what y'all got, bitch, this is my shit You ain't 'bout to act like a baby in my crib I wasn't invited, so I threw my own party Didn't let me join, so I got my own army I spoke harshly, once or twice, boo-hoo, bitch Didn't matter still went from, "Who?" to, "Who's who?" Bitch Fuck a blue check, I'm a blue chip, reliable stock I reached the end of my rope and I started tyin' the knot And held on, Delle Donne, my game's ill Lime with tequila or the heat to this J Will Make skills appear like Magic, pass it Always been a king, I'ma share it if I have it I should wear my numbers on my chest like a nickname Tryna make the paper flip, I only play Squid Games New York Knicks fame so she deep throat You're my D-Rose, then her knees broke, I'm the G.O No bullshit (Heh)
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[Verse 2: Ransom] I don't take word from a peasant who cheat the job Never did I full prey to a reverend who preached to God Never did I horseplay, adolescence'll leave a scar Some people lost faith, had the presence to beat the odds So many obstacles and hurdles for me to dodge Put your face on a tee then ask, "Can I see a large?" I'm passionately involved, I hope to free us all But nothin' can cost more than somethin' that's free of charge They know that we at large, eatin' shrimps in a Lear Can barely see the gods, get a glimpse of the glare You attempt to be fair, put that whip in the rear Never cared what they think, never think that they cared Don't need another felony but you gon' need therapy When a couple shots make you shrink in that chair Two drinks of that rare, can see no Azul Me and my dude, Russ, lose what? We got your advance spillin' out two cups Poo putt, you ain't gon' move up, get chewed up Shoot what? The scoreboard broke, nigga, we two up "Woah Ran', slow down brother", they don't know Ran' You like a Black Panther blarin' outta them Bulls, man Oh and, gun and my Lindsay, the Lohan No scam, nothin' like Quincy, a slow jam Program went from a ten-speed to a Broham You don't owe Ran'? That's big cap like the old Cam' Yeah, catch my wind like a monsoon Cookin' verses, shoot it up from a large spoon Sharks loom, better get scuba gear and a harpoon Or nigga, you can get chomped tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
