Sha'Carri (feat. Jack Kafer)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chevy Gang Over Everythang
Creative Coalition
Nobody Famous
You Bitch Ass Rapper
Uh
Flow dirty like ovulation, my occupation
Consists of verbal operations
Blessed with a doctors patience, can't rock with fakeness
Bitch nigga I box with greatness
This nigga hotbox with Satan
Tone setter like modulation
Now why you hatin'
Been killin' niggas like Ronald Reagan
Based on observation
Y'all rappers jog in place
And I'm runnin' laps, Sha'Carri call me bae I got some great shit
I bet you beat ya chest when you smoke it I got some ape shit
Come match a few with an alien on some outer space shit
I pilot spaceships roll moonrocks in the shop and face it
I dodged The Matrix on my Neo shit, had glocks in cases
Now I cop vacations, ducked off at a spot with basins
Gone
You know, I'm sittin' here thinkin' like
How you niggas gone feel if you pull up at the light
I'm sittin' in that 1975 Chevy Caprice Classic Convertible
Windows up, top down
Knockin' some shit like this
Making sure the angels can hear me
Lil mama next to me bad as shit lookin' like Sha'Carri
Like how you gone feel when you pull up and yo vibe is nothin' like this one
On sight like occipital
Arts likely recriprocal
Bars slightly a cripple to
All
Highly gifted I thought
Was Higher thinking it's off
What I envisioned
You're wrong for thinking different
And dawg
We're just beginning
My mode keeps switching
The coalition nows a known tradition
The outcomes no revision
And outputs so consistent
The route we chose is like a paradigm shift
That paralyze spit, from airing out
Perils you lived
Vicarious
That's some embarrassing shit
Can't draw comparisons when
You sort of quit, Pescatarian dish
Clearly the fifth you'd plead
Wouldn't dare to compete
Nobody famous how it started
Now it's arson to beats
Creative
Yeah
To Miss Sha'Carri Richardson
Can't nobody on this planet or the next
Understand the pressure and bias black women experience
You hear me?
So you already a Champion and an Olympian in my eyes baby
Yeah
Nah this ain't goodbye we gone see you in 2024
Creative
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Chevy Gang Over Everythang
Creative Coalition
Nobody Famous
You Bitch Ass Rapper
Uh
Flow dirty like ovulation, my occupation
Consists of verbal operations
Blessed with a doctors patience, can't rock with fakeness
Bitch nigga I box with greatness
This nigga hotbox with Satan
Tone setter like modulation
Now why you hatin'
Been killin' niggas like Ronald Reagan
Based on observation
Y'all rappers jog in place
And I'm runnin' laps, Sha'Carri call me bae I got some great shit
I bet you beat ya chest when you smoke it I got some ape shit
Come match a few with an alien on some outer space shit
I pilot spaceships roll moonrocks in the shop and face it
I dodged The Matrix on my Neo shit, had glocks in cases
Now I cop vacations, ducked off at a spot with basins
Gone
You know, I'm sittin' here thinkin' like
How you niggas gone feel if you pull up at the light
I'm sittin' in that 1975 Chevy Caprice Classic Convertible
Windows up, top down
Knockin' some shit like this
Making sure the angels can hear me
Lil mama next to me bad as shit lookin' like Sha'Carri
Like how you gone feel when you pull up and yo vibe is nothin' like this one
On sight like occipital
Arts likely recriprocal
Bars slightly a cripple to
All
Highly gifted I thought
Was Higher thinking it's off
What I envisioned
You're wrong for thinking different
And dawg
We're just beginning
My mode keeps switching
The coalition nows a known tradition
The outcomes no revision
And outputs so consistent
The route we chose is like a paradigm shift
That paralyze spit, from airing out
Perils you lived
Vicarious
That's some embarrassing shit
Can't draw comparisons when
You sort of quit, Pescatarian dish
Clearly the fifth you'd plead
Wouldn't dare to compete
Nobody famous how it started
Now it's arson to beats
Creative
Yeah
To Miss Sha'Carri Richardson
Can't nobody on this planet or the next
Understand the pressure and bias black women experience
You hear me?
So you already a Champion and an Olympian in my eyes baby
Yeah
Nah this ain't goodbye we gone see you in 2024
Creative
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Scott
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