Confetti
Can't feed my soul with that Range Rove
Or eight centerfold baddie jane does
Or eight million sold, or my bank rolls
Move in step with the truth watch me tango
Is it me or do they keep frontin' like they're on the winning team?
This the kind of comeback that belongs on silver screens
I know I talk like I'm crazy
If they're what you call sane, then I may be
Might run, but we pacing
The score getting run up, I'm patient
I know my squad, it ain't up right now
Still I bow, cause he gon' turn it upside down
Down bad, still gotta stand up (stand up, stand up)
All bad, dirty Diana (dirty, dirty)
Photo finish, show me where the camera (click, click)
I don't even wait to raise the banner, throw that
Confetti etti etti everywhere, everywhere
It's confetti etti etti everywhere, everywhere
Floating, floating, floating in the air, in the air
It's confetti etti etti everywhere, everywhere
Up, up looking up like it's
Acts 1 but it's rough stride is
By faith, never luck, sight is
So tough, nearsighted, can't bluff
We really came up
The way they run they mouth, you'd have thought we gave up
They sound like a joke, where they villain makeup
When it's finished they can't make me and winning break up
Though for now it's
Down bad, still gotta stand up (stand up, stand up)
All bad, dirty Diana (dirty, dirty)
Photo finish, show me where the camera (click, click)
I don't even wait to raise the banner
Throw that confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere
It's confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere
Floating, floating, floating in the air, in the air
This that confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere
Ay this the story of a underdog like you ain't never seen
Ride with the ancient devil, still is evergreen
Ride with my squad for the age of seventeen
I went legit I'ma treat that lay down sumthin' clean
In the studio I craft more than Q flows
What they say at school though said I be too bro
Must have found a loop-hole
And my bro like Caruso
Won't jump through hoops but what I do to Pro Tools was too dope
Cold as ice, cold as ice
Cold as ice you don't know my price
'fore it can't be bought, put that on my life
Wanna fight, when he rose back to life, yuh (And we gotta)
Ayy, hit that, grace sign and sit back
'Cause Trip still gon' spit that, for my court like six-pack
Bring that 06' back
Well that's where I'm still at
Sign my name lick that envelope and send it
Confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere, ayy
Or eight centerfold baddie jane does
Or eight million sold, or my bank rolls
Move in step with the truth watch me tango
Is it me or do they keep frontin' like they're on the winning team?
This the kind of comeback that belongs on silver screens
I know I talk like I'm crazy
If they're what you call sane, then I may be
Might run, but we pacing
The score getting run up, I'm patient
I know my squad, it ain't up right now
Still I bow, cause he gon' turn it upside down
Down bad, still gotta stand up (stand up, stand up)
All bad, dirty Diana (dirty, dirty)
Photo finish, show me where the camera (click, click)
I don't even wait to raise the banner, throw that
Confetti etti etti everywhere, everywhere
It's confetti etti etti everywhere, everywhere
Floating, floating, floating in the air, in the air
It's confetti etti etti everywhere, everywhere
Up, up looking up like it's
Acts 1 but it's rough stride is
By faith, never luck, sight is
So tough, nearsighted, can't bluff
We really came up
The way they run they mouth, you'd have thought we gave up
They sound like a joke, where they villain makeup
When it's finished they can't make me and winning break up
Though for now it's
Down bad, still gotta stand up (stand up, stand up)
All bad, dirty Diana (dirty, dirty)
Photo finish, show me where the camera (click, click)
I don't even wait to raise the banner
Throw that confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere
It's confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere
Floating, floating, floating in the air, in the air
This that confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere
Ay this the story of a underdog like you ain't never seen
Ride with the ancient devil, still is evergreen
Ride with my squad for the age of seventeen
I went legit I'ma treat that lay down sumthin' clean
In the studio I craft more than Q flows
What they say at school though said I be too bro
Must have found a loop-hole
And my bro like Caruso
Won't jump through hoops but what I do to Pro Tools was too dope
Cold as ice, cold as ice
Cold as ice you don't know my price
'fore it can't be bought, put that on my life
Wanna fight, when he rose back to life, yuh (And we gotta)
Ayy, hit that, grace sign and sit back
'Cause Trip still gon' spit that, for my court like six-pack
Bring that 06' back
Well that's where I'm still at
Sign my name lick that envelope and send it
Confetti etti etti, everywhere, everywhere, ayy
Credits
Writer(s): Natalie Sims, William Barefield, Jraul Garcia
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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