BU BAAX (feat. CHOCOLAT)
Good things come to those who travel
Watch the real manifest destiny unravel
3 story pastel houses in the gravel
When kings move like this, in chess it's called a castle
Tree's don't fall that far from the Apple
Bouye don't drip that far from the baobab
How odd, to claim to be the goat
And you never been around one
Grazing for amazing opportunities
And found some
American as Chevy, but my passport heavy
Packing light, like Anakin
Might just up and move
Don't be confused I aint a mannequin
All we need is laptops, phones, a studio
And cameramen
We good
I seen those with next to little
Far from ballin' still dribble
Playa's goals involve the net
But basic needs are barely met
seen a man without no knees
Cross the street not even sweat
Be thankful for what God gave you
(Ugh) Yashaya wept
Good in any hood I am kept
From Chatham to Ugep
Gotta keep my steps swept
The higher one climbs
It get less conducive for breathe
The air fresher, but everyone can't take the air pressure
Don't let these folks get in your head like a hairdresser
I can't foresee it being rougher than my hair texture
Truth is most these devils wouldn't dare bless ya
Keep your head up, keep your bread up, say a prayer be better
Watch the real manifest destiny unravel
3 story pastel houses in the gravel
When kings move like this, in chess it's called a castle
Tree's don't fall that far from the Apple
Bouye don't drip that far from the baobab
How odd, to claim to be the goat
And you never been around one
Grazing for amazing opportunities
And found some
American as Chevy, but my passport heavy
Packing light, like Anakin
Might just up and move
Don't be confused I aint a mannequin
All we need is laptops, phones, a studio
And cameramen
We good
I seen those with next to little
Far from ballin' still dribble
Playa's goals involve the net
But basic needs are barely met
seen a man without no knees
Cross the street not even sweat
Be thankful for what God gave you
(Ugh) Yashaya wept
Good in any hood I am kept
From Chatham to Ugep
Gotta keep my steps swept
The higher one climbs
It get less conducive for breathe
The air fresher, but everyone can't take the air pressure
Don't let these folks get in your head like a hairdresser
I can't foresee it being rougher than my hair texture
Truth is most these devils wouldn't dare bless ya
Keep your head up, keep your bread up, say a prayer be better
Credits
Writer(s): Charleston Parham
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