FT. Freddie Gibbs and Stevie Wonder on Harmonica | Uh, okay! Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
FT. Freddie Gibbs and Stevie Wonder on Harmonica | Uh, okay! Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebratin' with they champagne glasses
I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country
Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money (Uh)
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I got my head up in the clouds livin' off daydreamin'
Still high up off of life, I know my light ray beamin'
Got up out river, nigga, now I'm straight mainstreamin'
Flowin' heavy, 'member uncle drove a Chevy on his wrist
Was a stolen Rollie Presi', couldn't tell him shit
Arrogance is deadly, in the moment, damn, he relished it
Matchin' chain, embellished it, drug dealer dreams with prison nightmares
Was type rare, and if the shoe fits, I'll buy the right pair
But shit be gettin' worser by the second, I'm guessin'
Put a smile up on my face 'cause life is all 'bout perception
Tell my niggas that I'm happy, happiness manifestin'
Even though it's quite the opposite, but shit, I'm digressin', okay
[Chorus: Cordae & Freddie Gibbs]
Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebratin' with they champagne glasses
I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country (Big Rabbit)
Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Conversations gettin' complicated, investigated now (Yeah, yeah)
You can't shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Know what?)
Big VL for life, the biggest rabbit in the nation now (Yeah, yeah)
You can't shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Ugh)
Niggas can't shit on me, piss the set, trip on me (Nah)
Play me like I'm pussy and once you in her, I burn like syphilis, G
Youngin did a bid for me, I'ma slide for him 'cause he slid for me
Know that you feelin' this gangsta shit, I can feel it all up in your energy (Yeah, yeah)
Got her pregnant once, I gave her backstage passes
Ride with that dirty, I know my shit dirty, I'd rather get caught than get blasted
Crackers don't understand nothin', can never, they treat us like cargo, they stashed us
I just sit back and get high and I just think 'bout how long this rap shit gon' last us (Oh, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Cordae]
Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebratin' with they champagne glasses
I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country
Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money, you know
[Harmonica Solo: Stevie Wonder]
Uh, okay! Samtaler gettin 'kompliceret, jeg kunne fortælle dig, uh
Femten, var i dem håndjern med paraarnalia
Jeg voksede op i dem grøfter, dreng, dit hus havde vinkælder
Hvis nogen nogensinde har haft et problem, gav dem helvede
Jeg fik min tante, brødre, far, fætter backstage passerer
Alle celebratin 'med de champagne briller
Jeg er bare sittin 'fuld af smerte, da jeg er tourin' landet
Troede det stressfrie liv var gon 'kom med pengene (Uh)
[Vers 1: Cordae]
Jeg fik mit hoved op i skyerne Livin 'off Daydreamin'
Stadig højt op for livet, kender jeg min lyse ray beamin '
Fik op ad floden, nigga, nu er jeg lige mainstreamin '
Flowin 'Heavy,' medlems onkel kørte en chevy på hans håndled
Var en stjålet rollie presi ', kunne ikke fortælle ham lort
Arrogance er dødelig, i øjeblikket, forbandet, han relished det
Matchin 'kæde, udsmykket IT, Drug Dealer Dreams med fængsel mareridt
Var type sjældne, og hvis skoene passer, vil jeg købe det rigtige par
Men shit være gettin 'worser med det andet, jeg er gættein'
Sæt et smil på mit ansigt 'Fordi Livet er alt' Bout Perception
Fortæl mine niggas, at jeg er glad, lykke manifestin '
Selvom det er ret modsat, men lort, jeg er digressin ', okay
[Chorus: Cordae & Freddie Gibbs]
Samtaler gettin 'kompliceret, jeg kunne fortælle dig, uh
Femten, var i dem håndjern med paraarnalia
Jeg voksede op i dem grøfter, dreng, dit hus havde vinkælder
Hvis nogen nogensinde har haft et problem, gav dem helvede
Jeg fik min tante, brødre, far, fætter backstage passerer
Alle celebratin 'med de champagne briller
Jeg er bare Sittin 'fuld af smerte, da jeg er tourin' landet (stor kanin)
Troede det stressfrie liv var gon 'kom med pengene (ja)
[Vers 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Samtaler Gettin 'komplicerede, undersøgt nu (ja, ja)
Du kan ikke lose på mig, du fisse niggas er forstoppet nu (ved hvad?)
Big VL for livet, den største kanin i nationen nu (ja, ja)
Du kan ikke lort på mig, du pussy niggas er forstoppet nu (ugh)
Niggas kan ikke lide mig, piss sæt, tur på mig (nah)
Spil mig som jeg er fisse, og når du i hende brænder jeg som syfilis, g
Youngin gjorde et bud på mig, jeg glider for ham, fordi han slog for mig
Ved, at du føler dig denne gangsta shit, jeg kan føle det hele op i din energi (ja, ja)
Fik hende gravid en gang, jeg gav hendes backstage passerer
Ride med det beskidte, jeg kender min lort beskidte, jeg vil hellere blive fanget end at blive blæst
Crackers forstår ikke nothin ', kan aldrig, de behandler os som last, de stashed os
Jeg læner mig bare tilbage og får høj, og jeg tænker bare på, hvor længe denne rap shit gon 'sidste os (åh, ja, ja)
[Chorus: Cordae]
Samtaler gettin 'kompliceret, jeg kunne fortælle dig, uh
Femten, var i dem håndjern med paraarnalia
Jeg voksede op i dem grøfter, dreng, dit hus havde vinkælder
Hvis nogen nogensinde har haft et problem, gav dem helvede
Jeg fik min tante, brødre, far, fætter backstage passerer
Alle celebratin 'med de champagne briller
Jeg er bare sittin 'fuld af smerte, da jeg er tourin' landet
Troede det stressfrie liv var gon 'kom med pengene, du ved det
[Harmonica Solo: Stevie Wonder]