Zimbabwe
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Liam got some cash, ho (yeah)
She call me papa, no Biggie, I'm back in your city
My bitch is too pretty, Kardashian
We don't sip vodka, we picky, my top just went missin'
I'm probably gon' need a distraction
'Member like 2016, I was servin' 'em fiends
Now I'm back, trappin' and rappin'
I kept that dope in my jeans, I had more self-esteem
Now I dance on the beat, Michael Jackson
That diff' type of cadence, I'm straight from Zimbabwe
You gotta rewind it, I must do it better, I'm fly like propeller
I swear I'm still doing this shit for my Grandma
My Aunt and my Sisters, right down to my Cousins
All of a sudden, I dropped out of College
I don't see nobody, my mind out my body
Last year, was plottin' on gettin'
Some racks for these verbs, didn't think it'd actually work
Tell 'em run me my election
I beat contraception, I'm keepin' my faith in the church
I need more hundreds, more fifties
Less problems, more bitches, he snakin', he probably switch it
I'm lookin' for new conversations
I came a long way from McDonald's
And washin' these dishes (Pshh, splash)
(Transition)
Okay, I'm fresh out (fresh)
Tell me how you feel, this is not no time for games now (yes)
When I close a deal, the only time I try to dance now uh
Fresh up out that pussy, keep some hundreds in my pants now (fresh)
Last year, was a fan, I always got some time for fans now (yeah)
But I'm just tryna settle in, they thought I was American
I flew in from Zimbabwe (whew), young, Black, and Australian (yes)
Please don't shoot the messenger (nah), I'm back on my civilian (back)
I'm Black, so I'm resilient (black), my sheila on a million (milli')
First, I took the sack (first), Pete Bol how I ran off (first)
I'm just tryna stack these Aussie dollars for my Grandma (yeah)
Still, I don't see no threat, still keep my head up like a banner
You know where I'm at, this shit is not the type for camera (yeah)
I know you was hurtin', did you dirty like my Fanta (uh)
The truth I had to stretch, I'm talkin' French, but not Montana
2017, was off the lean, oh, girl, excuse me (yeah)
I was seventeen, I had some dreams, but then you
Went and gave it up to bro, you know that hurt my ego
I'm just worried 'bout my Cee-Lo (worried 'bout my Cee-Lo)
Know if I call, then I'm gon' need more
(Know if I call, then I'm gon' need more)
If anybody know, then we know (we know)
I been lost in Sydney for some months
I need my zeros (girl, I can't be your hero)
She can't find me like I'm Nemo (worried 'bout my Cee-Lo)
Quick to block her like I'm D-Bo
(Know if I call, then I'm gon' need more)
Trap nigga like I'm Nino
Okay, I'm fresh out (fresh out)
Tell me how you feel, this is not no time for games now (games now)
When I close a deal, the only time I try to dance now (uh)
Fresh up out that pussy, keep some hundreds in my pants now
Last year, was a fan, I always got some time for fans now (uh)
But I'm just tryna settle in, they thought I was American
I flew in from Zimbabwe (whew), young, Black, and Australian (Yes)
Please don't shoot the messenger (please)
I'm back on my civilian (back)
I'm Black, so I'm resilient (black), my sheila on a million (woah)
Yeah
H-Town and shit
Yeah, uh
Liam got some cash, ho (yeah)
She call me papa, no Biggie, I'm back in your city
My bitch is too pretty, Kardashian
We don't sip vodka, we picky, my top just went missin'
I'm probably gon' need a distraction
'Member like 2016, I was servin' 'em fiends
Now I'm back, trappin' and rappin'
I kept that dope in my jeans, I had more self-esteem
Now I dance on the beat, Michael Jackson
That diff' type of cadence, I'm straight from Zimbabwe
You gotta rewind it, I must do it better, I'm fly like propeller
I swear I'm still doing this shit for my Grandma
My Aunt and my Sisters, right down to my Cousins
All of a sudden, I dropped out of College
I don't see nobody, my mind out my body
Last year, was plottin' on gettin'
Some racks for these verbs, didn't think it'd actually work
Tell 'em run me my election
I beat contraception, I'm keepin' my faith in the church
I need more hundreds, more fifties
Less problems, more bitches, he snakin', he probably switch it
I'm lookin' for new conversations
I came a long way from McDonald's
And washin' these dishes (Pshh, splash)
(Transition)
Okay, I'm fresh out (fresh)
Tell me how you feel, this is not no time for games now (yes)
When I close a deal, the only time I try to dance now uh
Fresh up out that pussy, keep some hundreds in my pants now (fresh)
Last year, was a fan, I always got some time for fans now (yeah)
But I'm just tryna settle in, they thought I was American
I flew in from Zimbabwe (whew), young, Black, and Australian (yes)
Please don't shoot the messenger (nah), I'm back on my civilian (back)
I'm Black, so I'm resilient (black), my sheila on a million (milli')
First, I took the sack (first), Pete Bol how I ran off (first)
I'm just tryna stack these Aussie dollars for my Grandma (yeah)
Still, I don't see no threat, still keep my head up like a banner
You know where I'm at, this shit is not the type for camera (yeah)
I know you was hurtin', did you dirty like my Fanta (uh)
The truth I had to stretch, I'm talkin' French, but not Montana
2017, was off the lean, oh, girl, excuse me (yeah)
I was seventeen, I had some dreams, but then you
Went and gave it up to bro, you know that hurt my ego
I'm just worried 'bout my Cee-Lo (worried 'bout my Cee-Lo)
Know if I call, then I'm gon' need more
(Know if I call, then I'm gon' need more)
If anybody know, then we know (we know)
I been lost in Sydney for some months
I need my zeros (girl, I can't be your hero)
She can't find me like I'm Nemo (worried 'bout my Cee-Lo)
Quick to block her like I'm D-Bo
(Know if I call, then I'm gon' need more)
Trap nigga like I'm Nino
Okay, I'm fresh out (fresh out)
Tell me how you feel, this is not no time for games now (games now)
When I close a deal, the only time I try to dance now (uh)
Fresh up out that pussy, keep some hundreds in my pants now
Last year, was a fan, I always got some time for fans now (uh)
But I'm just tryna settle in, they thought I was American
I flew in from Zimbabwe (whew), young, Black, and Australian (Yes)
Please don't shoot the messenger (please)
I'm back on my civilian (back)
I'm Black, so I'm resilient (black), my sheila on a million (woah)
Yeah
H-Town and shit
Credits
Writer(s): Liam Thomas, Nicholas Martin, Prince Tarirai Junior Mudadada
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