Oprah & Gayle

歌詞

Collegrove Checkerboard luggage, Ramen in the cupboard I left Art Basel with a sculpture You listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumbfucks Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough I kept my lawn cut, mispell and 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 at her and said, "Get on board" It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix 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 My papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that, true facts Nah'mean? My lighter St. Laurent Yeah, that St. Laurent fire You gotta hold your hand midair when you do a verse like this Yeah Uh, hoppin' out or 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 two, she my corkscrew Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like it's on Zoom Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to 'em Gimmie 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 Kris Kross or make 'em jump dance Lump somes, hump bands What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman Fuck 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 a queen And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem This our team, my regimen, I'm a 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 missin' 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 and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion It's some Teamsters shit This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo! I got "stoner-virus," baby Ho right there, she got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm And ho over there, she wouldn't let me fuck So now she got "loney-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 twenties 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) Where every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha) 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 and comparing 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 Get that first case 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!