Christopher Columbus
Yeah
Yeah
Was running through the hallway and shit
Aye
Run up on me, it's gon' be case closed
Head one the swivel cause' you never know
I know a miracle, one thats locked down
One hour on the yard ain't enough, no!
I like to exercise my spirit
White jeans in the winter, ya'll don't hear me
APC on top, gotta bleed em'
I'm like pac in some neighborhood Adidas
And my ambition as a rider just too real
I mean I didn't learn much, kill or be killed
Watch for sudden movements, cause they plotting
Move you out the way to get the profit
Remember rocking hand me downs, yeah the same clothes
Got that Stussy and the Gucci, bitch the game chose
LA fitted nigga, never rock no Kangol
OPM, flooding in, G'd up, in my same post
Blowing Kush, fuck em' good, lately I been layin' low
Cause I been on the road nigga, 50 days, 30 shows
Champagne, campaign, dripping nigga, head to toe
Thats the Pérignon, you don't muhfuggin' hear me doe
No, no, no they can't stop me
All these hoes be outta pocket
Sad to see a real nigga give up
Call it what you call it but can't call it luck
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Get outta town
I wish you never landed here, erase the print
Leave the natives alone you greedy bitch
Leave Haiti alone you greedy bitch
Keep a small pocket, keep a trade agreement
Slaves work for you, you gotta pay these people
Might win a trophy at the ESPYS
Deposit on time, that's a blessing
Turquoise paint, it's a antique
Now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know
Fuck with a player that's all in control
Flying to islands that's only remote
Benz or that Bentley, it's gon' be a boat
Aye
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Get outta town
Now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know
Fuck with a player that's all in control
Flying to islands that's only remote
Benz or that Bentley, it's gon' be a boat
Aye
Yeah
Was running through the hallway and shit
Aye
Run up on me, it's gon' be case closed
Head one the swivel cause' you never know
I know a miracle, one thats locked down
One hour on the yard ain't enough, no!
I like to exercise my spirit
White jeans in the winter, ya'll don't hear me
APC on top, gotta bleed em'
I'm like pac in some neighborhood Adidas
And my ambition as a rider just too real
I mean I didn't learn much, kill or be killed
Watch for sudden movements, cause they plotting
Move you out the way to get the profit
Remember rocking hand me downs, yeah the same clothes
Got that Stussy and the Gucci, bitch the game chose
LA fitted nigga, never rock no Kangol
OPM, flooding in, G'd up, in my same post
Blowing Kush, fuck em' good, lately I been layin' low
Cause I been on the road nigga, 50 days, 30 shows
Champagne, campaign, dripping nigga, head to toe
Thats the Pérignon, you don't muhfuggin' hear me doe
No, no, no they can't stop me
All these hoes be outta pocket
Sad to see a real nigga give up
Call it what you call it but can't call it luck
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Dooooon't, fuck with me
Get outta town
I wish you never landed here, erase the print
Leave the natives alone you greedy bitch
Leave Haiti alone you greedy bitch
Keep a small pocket, keep a trade agreement
Slaves work for you, you gotta pay these people
Might win a trophy at the ESPYS
Deposit on time, that's a blessing
Turquoise paint, it's a antique
Now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know
Fuck with a player that's all in control
Flying to islands that's only remote
Benz or that Bentley, it's gon' be a boat
Aye
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Get outta town
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Dooooon't, fuck with me (don't)
Get outta town
Now you cannot, you cannot, you cannot know
Fuck with a player that's all in control
Flying to islands that's only remote
Benz or that Bentley, it's gon' be a boat
Aye
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Writer(s): John Gustanar, Dominic Hunn
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