BLACK PANTHER
Trap out the bando! I move a piano
I follow the yellow brick road... to Arizona
I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out...
I've got my money, there's nothing to stress about
Ooh little mama, what it do little mama
I want you little mama
You should come to my home! Come to my crib
Show you how we live... look at what you did
Now that chick is a slave
To the money and the fame
We done came up the ranks
Now we the new wave
Look me in my eyes
And she ain't got shit to say
Memorize... she's hypnotized
Now that chick is a slave
To the money and the fame
We done came up the ranks
Now we the new wave
Look me in my eyes
And she ain't got shit to say
Memorize... she's hypnotized
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
TRAVIS! Wassup? (hey!)
Haters still tryna say something (hey!)
Came in this world to do something (hey!)
All these boys ain't doin' nothing (hey!)
Remember back when i wasn't nothin'? (Hey!)
I been working hard all summer (hey!)
Now I been smashin doing numbers (hey!)
Doin' shows all over the country (hey!)
Red pill or the blue pill, what's real?
Chasing after checks I'm paperchasing to a deal
In a country you can find a gun before you find a meal
And these racists still wanna see me killed
H-H-H-Heart got so cold I might fly out to Canada
Kids still out there mixin' wok' w the fanta
The cops spot you out? They reload and they blast at ya
Girl I got a plan for the planet
Baby I'm Travis
I follow the yellow brick road... to Arizona
I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out...
I've got my money, there's nothing to stress about
Ooh little mama, what it do little mama
I want you little mama
You should come to my home! Come to my crib
Show you how we live... look at what you did
Now that chick is a slave
To the money and the fame
We done came up the ranks
Now we the new wave
Look me in my eyes
And she ain't got shit to say
Memorize... she's hypnotized
Now that chick is a slave
To the money and the fame
We done came up the ranks
Now we the new wave
Look me in my eyes
And she ain't got shit to say
Memorize... she's hypnotized
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
TRAVIS! Wassup? (hey!)
Haters still tryna say something (hey!)
Came in this world to do something (hey!)
All these boys ain't doin' nothing (hey!)
Remember back when i wasn't nothin'? (Hey!)
I been working hard all summer (hey!)
Now I been smashin doing numbers (hey!)
Doin' shows all over the country (hey!)
Red pill or the blue pill, what's real?
Chasing after checks I'm paperchasing to a deal
In a country you can find a gun before you find a meal
And these racists still wanna see me killed
H-H-H-Heart got so cold I might fly out to Canada
Kids still out there mixin' wok' w the fanta
The cops spot you out? They reload and they blast at ya
Girl I got a plan for the planet
Baby I'm Travis
Credits
Writer(s): Kristofer Madu
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