lirik lagu cordae
part i
i made my first million by age twenty with slave money
when i signed my first deal i was hungry and played dummy
’till i started hi~level and signed fly rebels who buy bezels
the truth is they want you to die ghetto, but f~ck it, prevail
never tuck in your tail, remember last summer, them crackers had me stuck in a jail
up in louisville, n~gga, but i’m stuntin’ for real
i got out and took the jet for the double x~l
boy stop it, the young prophet who drops knowledge
who copped a maybach with thе hydraulics, i’m psychotic
i’m diabolic, try a psychedelic
i nevеr try to relish in the sweet moments like a diabetic
hurry up, n~gga, fly a medic, ’cause i’m too sick, i’m too rich
new car, new crib, new money, new b~tch, all my n~ggas’ ruthless
all my stocks’ blue chips, we uber eats ruth’s chris
new phone, who’s this? never call again
your favorite rapper, i will slaughter, i’m talking ’bout all of them
none is excluded, your son of a judas
not one to confuse with, plus i’m making wonderful music
don’t ever compare me as barely any n~gga that’s near me
woke up thinking ’bout my grandma, i’m missing her dearly
but f~ck it, my feelings, i tuck it ’cause it’s money i must get
mama told me “get the dolla” and with no interruption
never discussion, clear mind are better the judgement
forever i’m thuggin’, i promise you the pressure is nothin’
it made me a savage, young n~gga chasin’ the cabbage
promise that i’m never lackin’ ’til i’m stadium status
i don’t even want the fans, i want the crazy fanatics
i know my music may be sporadic and may be a classic that’s comin’
i’m gunnin’ for anybody ever who want it or front it
but i still gotta wish you wealth in abundance
i woke up with this feeling that i felt in my stomach
it’s time to f~cking k!ll these n~ggas, man, my album is coming motherf~cker
part ii
ayo, i came in the game and didn’t take an advance
nah, i lied, i took a couple m’s and acres of land
watch them same n~ggas shaking your hand’ll end up snaking your mans
sh~t, i wonder how this fake sh~t began
made somethin’ out of nothin’, i’m creatin’ a trance
never let good p~ssy in the way of your plans
i’m at puff house, he got a couple racin’ the lamb’
i just told the n~gga bring back, makin’ a band
stop playin’ with me, the young god emcee
rich n~gga problems, why i dropped “rnp”
my cars ain’t leased, them ‘rari keys i took back
’cause that sh~t was slowly becoming a part of me
i keep it real, bring it back to the roots
you n~ggas actin’ the fool
all white is the range, matte~black is the coupe
f~ck the fame, dawg, we after the loot
and i was born with all that sh~t that y’all lack in the booth
you got no confidence, i rose to prominence
straight dominance, i ain’t with that fake kickin’ sh~t, let’s keep it ominous
that dark energy bring back the park memories
i already defeated pain and fought misery
embarked victory, my n~gga, my car’s literally
a sp~ceship that takes off to mars quickly
acts [?], done k!lled the game
put your f~ckin’ hands up if you feel the same
like jada and styles p, i got the key to the locks
still thinkin’ ’bout that cash, knee~deep in the box
we gettin’ real money, n~gga, ain’t no reason to stop
got them crackers in first class f~ckin’ peepin’ my watch
askin questions (uh), i done clashed with legends
whether past or present, i’m that n~gga forever
difference is my lyrics is dope, spirit is better
my figures in cheddar, i get it from ambitious endeavours
my b~tch in caretta, my n~ggas is wait–
oh, i get it (uh), you n~ggas must have forgot
i’m like a young f~ckin’ mountain with untouchable rock
got this ball player, main b~tch, suckin’ my c~ck
but that was years ago, i got the weirdest flow
been doin’ this sh~t since cartoons and cereal
i’m not new to this, i’m true to this, shoutout to ludacris
my first words “move b~tch”, when i came out the uterus
it’s not really how you get the money, it’s how you use the sh~t
seen a couple n~ggas create careers just to ruin it
couple years from now y’all all see what my influence is
but the album’s from a birds~eye view, b~tch
part iii
uh, okay, first of all, i ain’t goin’ pretend like i’m the perfect n~gga
i was fourteen mixin’ xannies with the percies, n~gga
i was feindin’, homie, so i’m grateful, that sh~t hurt me, n~gga
now i’m comin’ back to take the game, with a purpose, n~gga
i can feel you n~ggas panickin’, heart cold like a manequin
got the game in a chokehold like i’m anakin
darth vader, heart breaker, real n~gga, they faker, word to belichick, i’m a playmaker
i’m a money gettin’ ass lil’ n~gga, if you disagree then they hate us
it’s like how do i come from the trenches
[they wearin’ givenchy?], i promise my n~gga, it’s nothin’
havin’ the people resent me, they countin’ blue benji’s
shut up, it’s the end of discussion
i was just talkin’ to kodak, he told me i’m goated, my n~gga, i can’t tell a lie
my life’s a kodak moment, f~ck up my opponent, i promise it’s all televised
same n~gga from the [?] days, same n~gga from the hood, [?]
remember the first time i first met hova and nas
[?] peace to the gods
i’m not from this earth, i’m berserk, my mom, she ain’t give birth
my b~tch fall in love whenever f~ck ’cause i got length and girth
i just popped a perc on a sunday while i chill in church
lord, please forgive me, i ain’t perfect, but i’m worth the work
i just made a million of a hi~level, y’all should buy a shirt
i just bought a crib in india, and i ain’t talkin’ dirt
i can’t go out like a f~ckin’ sucker, i’d rather die in the dirt
i can’t lie on the verse, generational curse i’m tryin’ to reverse
i’m still in the trenches, on my phone and i’m dealin’ with business
i’m just gon’ keep it real with my n~ggas
i got drip on me, i’m drenchin’
i’m still aimin’ for the top position, [?]
some idols look at me as competition
i ain’t even trippin’, all love to you
five years i’ma be a [?], y’all n~ggas b~tches like [?]
[?]
girl at my house, she sell drugs there
but it’s like (uh), okay you could’ve been a superstar
back in the day (uh), used to hotbox in my mama car
ayy, alright, now it ain’t safe for you, ayy
okay, ’cause you ain’t want work for that sh~t
godd~mn, my n~gga, you trippin’
could’ve been a superstar
moved them out to la, but he was out here poppin’ bars
hold up, okay, he ain’t want work for sh~t, ayy
i can’t feed no grown ass n~ggas
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