It was Goyard totes and Carhartt tees And atop the Coldplay carpet 'round my feet The Dolce scarf that's 'round my face, forgot my mask (Fuck, uh) Fuck up a mood ring, leavin' the tri-state I'm on that drip, shawty don't drip She know I'm comin' with my plate Smoke out the zip, drown out my lip I'm on a eighth of the truffle Lose and come right back like we played in the bubble Tear shit down, play in the rubble True shit, we ain't sayin' it subtle Niggas is leeches, niggas is weeds, dawg Life ain't a beast, this shit is a see-saw Shit is egregious, still, slaves is a secret Still want the white man to tell you you prestigious Rubbin' shouldеrs with the demons Nigga is tweakin', ah, hеll nah
Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, yeah Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh Got paid and I ain't eatin' in the chef kitchen He don't want the truffle, huh Trees funkier than a truffle, uh Think they want me in a muzzle, uh, ah, hell nah Here's another nigga think he see it like the Hubble, ayy This nigga speakin' his mind, ayy This nigga shit ain't like mine, ayy, ah, hell nah Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, ayy Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh
Young nigga makin' double that money you're taxed on And shippin' the principal I need patience 'cause I know that I'm gon' get the whole thing Gotta get it in intervals Got the bases loaded, I'm tryna make it a Soul Train line Right at the home plate, then I talk shit in the interview Then I put back on my Dolce scarf Say too much and they'll finish you I am not stupid, I ain't no goofy Know what the truth is, some shit just truthy Too many movies, niggas be thinkin' it's real life 'Til it's real life, then they livin' it foolishly This shit is [?] life, for ill life Now we readin' the eulogy, ah, hell nah I can't go for the stain, no, my nigga I can't control the gang, no My niggas, all think different, ain't the same, see, I figured If I wanna stay sharp-minded gotta keep me some sharp niggas And watch out for shark niggas No weapon for 'em, not even that Stark nigga I'm chasin' the dark liquor with clear water It break it apart quicker I'm breakin' the blunt down, put the gun down Now we smokin' some raw niggas
Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, yeah Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh Got paid and I ain't eatin' in the chef kitchen He don't want the truffle, huh Trees funkier than a truffle, uh Think they want me in a muzzle, uh, ah, hell nah Here's another nigga think he see it like the Hubble, ayy This nigga speakin' his mind, ayy This nigga shit ain't like mine, ayy, ah, hell nah Here go another young nigga makin' trouble, ayy Young nigga makin' trouble, wait Young nigga makin' trouble, huh
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Compositores: Ahmanti Clifton Booker (Monte Booker) (ASCAP), Jayson Andrew Jenkins (Mick Jenkins) (BMI), Lon Renzell RudolphEditores: Big Deal Beats (BMI), Mick Jenkins Publishing (BMI), Monte Booker (ASCAP), Publisher DesigneeECAD verificado obra #32457611 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM