The Pope
A trill artist
I peel off
And the engine go vroom vroom
That's real carbon
Out the exhaust hit
The pedal go zoom zoom
Got a little partridge in a leotard
Tryna show me how she move
With a kente cloth
She could give me top
Make my heart go boom boom
Living life in the fast lane
Halfway here halfway in the next year
Ooh ooh
Get the mic spit a catchphrase by the night's end
Imma hit the lights
And get some ooh ooh
Feelin kinda lonely
At the peak I might take a seat
Play the beat
And eat some fufu
Used to pour the old E
By the Oz
Now I'm winnin' with the homies
Boy, who knew?
Money, girls, fancy cars, big garage, some more shit (oh shit)
Funny world, Debit cards, credit charge, no shit (oh shit)
If she down, we could spark, smoke alarm, now hold shit
Listen girl it's our world swear to God
They could copy mine
But my mind built different
Deep waters to tread
Grip my nine like Michelin
Ice down to my soul
Best be cold
Like Michigan
This world's my commode
And I'm on my shit again
It'll get
Real thicker than a little bit
Real shit'll give you benefits
Plant a seed it blossom into a tree
When the wind blows
Ain't no getting rid of it
Since a little kid
I was convinced that there's a thin line
Between love and hate
Which one you finna pick
Eggs Benedict
They'll leave your brain scrambled
Can't handle it ain't even dinner, shit
Like one, two, three, and to the four
Keep your voices down for they ear to your door
Let it blow
Living life in the fast lane
Halfway here halfway
In the next year ooh ooh
Get the mic spit a catchphrase
By the night's end
Imma hit the lights
And get some ooh ooh
Feelin kinda lonely at the peak
I might take a seat
Play the beat
And eat some fufu
Used to pour the old E
By the Oz now
I'm winnin' with the homies boy, who knew?
Living life in the fast lane
Halfway here halfway
In the next year ooh ooh
Get the mic spit a catchphrase
By the night's end
Imma hit the lights
And get some ooh ooh
Feelin kinda lonely at the peak
I might take a seat
Play the beat
And eat some fufu
Used to pour the old E
By the Oz now
I'm winnin' with the homies boy, who knew?
I peel off
And the engine go vroom vroom
That's real carbon
Out the exhaust hit
The pedal go zoom zoom
Got a little partridge in a leotard
Tryna show me how she move
With a kente cloth
She could give me top
Make my heart go boom boom
Living life in the fast lane
Halfway here halfway in the next year
Ooh ooh
Get the mic spit a catchphrase by the night's end
Imma hit the lights
And get some ooh ooh
Feelin kinda lonely
At the peak I might take a seat
Play the beat
And eat some fufu
Used to pour the old E
By the Oz
Now I'm winnin' with the homies
Boy, who knew?
Money, girls, fancy cars, big garage, some more shit (oh shit)
Funny world, Debit cards, credit charge, no shit (oh shit)
If she down, we could spark, smoke alarm, now hold shit
Listen girl it's our world swear to God
They could copy mine
But my mind built different
Deep waters to tread
Grip my nine like Michelin
Ice down to my soul
Best be cold
Like Michigan
This world's my commode
And I'm on my shit again
It'll get
Real thicker than a little bit
Real shit'll give you benefits
Plant a seed it blossom into a tree
When the wind blows
Ain't no getting rid of it
Since a little kid
I was convinced that there's a thin line
Between love and hate
Which one you finna pick
Eggs Benedict
They'll leave your brain scrambled
Can't handle it ain't even dinner, shit
Like one, two, three, and to the four
Keep your voices down for they ear to your door
Let it blow
Living life in the fast lane
Halfway here halfway
In the next year ooh ooh
Get the mic spit a catchphrase
By the night's end
Imma hit the lights
And get some ooh ooh
Feelin kinda lonely at the peak
I might take a seat
Play the beat
And eat some fufu
Used to pour the old E
By the Oz now
I'm winnin' with the homies boy, who knew?
Living life in the fast lane
Halfway here halfway
In the next year ooh ooh
Get the mic spit a catchphrase
By the night's end
Imma hit the lights
And get some ooh ooh
Feelin kinda lonely at the peak
I might take a seat
Play the beat
And eat some fufu
Used to pour the old E
By the Oz now
I'm winnin' with the homies boy, who knew?
Credits
Writer(s): Ibrahim Maalouf, Daniel Farris
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