A Snare & a Bass
... over there in the safe
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons
The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go
I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right?
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes
You know what I'm sayin'?
Euh
A light
Years ahead
Ya niggaz can't wait
What you call sky I call it Real Estate
Fuck this world
I heard Heaven's the place
All I really need is a snare and a bass
I only talk facts, the truth and real data
My pocket way fatter
How you feel doesn't matter
I don't kiss ass for dollars
I'm every color and forever a problem
I mean death to the illest
Life to your killers
That brick to your dealer
I'm brillant
I make hits and floor fillers
Straight body chiller
I'm Rhum and Vanilla
A God
A Stone pillar
Naaah I don't see it
Naaah I don't feel it
Naaah I don't hear it
Naaah I'm not with it
I'm can play the villain
I will be the ceiling
To all ya niggaz
So Naaah I ain't chilling
A light
Years ahead
Ya niggaz can't wait
What you call sky I call it Real Estate
Fuck this world
I heard Heaven's the place
All I really need is a snare and a bass
I only talk facts, the truth and real data
My pocket way fatter
How you feel doesn't matter
I don't kiss ass for dollars
I'm every color and forever a problem
I gifted myself silence
Unfazed by the violence
Or face of a dollar
We're solid
We wildlin'
We coming for your wallets
We violate letters
Gun's B.I.G but your bitch
Look like Christopher Wallace
Naaah I don't see it
Naaah I don't feel it
Naaah I don't hear it
Naaah I'm not with it
I'm can play the villain
I will be the ceiling
To all ya niggaz
So Naaah I ain't chilling
The pandemic make me loose everything
Ill pretty thing
I keep chicks legs open still
Like Freddie Gibbs
Rumors obliged light
Another Ye X medecine
Team Lewis Latimer
Fuck Edison
Naaah I don't see it
Naaah I don't feel it
Naaah I don't hear it
Naaah I'm not with it
I'm can play the villain
I will be the ceiling
To all ya niggaz
So Naaah I ain't chilling
I light year ahead
Ya niggaz can't wait
What you call sky I call it Real Estate
Fuck this world
I heard Heaven's the place
All I really need is a snare and a bass
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons
The Washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go
I'm sayin' that's what this is all about, right?
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes
You know what I'm sayin'?
Euh
A light
Years ahead
Ya niggaz can't wait
What you call sky I call it Real Estate
Fuck this world
I heard Heaven's the place
All I really need is a snare and a bass
I only talk facts, the truth and real data
My pocket way fatter
How you feel doesn't matter
I don't kiss ass for dollars
I'm every color and forever a problem
I mean death to the illest
Life to your killers
That brick to your dealer
I'm brillant
I make hits and floor fillers
Straight body chiller
I'm Rhum and Vanilla
A God
A Stone pillar
Naaah I don't see it
Naaah I don't feel it
Naaah I don't hear it
Naaah I'm not with it
I'm can play the villain
I will be the ceiling
To all ya niggaz
So Naaah I ain't chilling
A light
Years ahead
Ya niggaz can't wait
What you call sky I call it Real Estate
Fuck this world
I heard Heaven's the place
All I really need is a snare and a bass
I only talk facts, the truth and real data
My pocket way fatter
How you feel doesn't matter
I don't kiss ass for dollars
I'm every color and forever a problem
I gifted myself silence
Unfazed by the violence
Or face of a dollar
We're solid
We wildlin'
We coming for your wallets
We violate letters
Gun's B.I.G but your bitch
Look like Christopher Wallace
Naaah I don't see it
Naaah I don't feel it
Naaah I don't hear it
Naaah I'm not with it
I'm can play the villain
I will be the ceiling
To all ya niggaz
So Naaah I ain't chilling
The pandemic make me loose everything
Ill pretty thing
I keep chicks legs open still
Like Freddie Gibbs
Rumors obliged light
Another Ye X medecine
Team Lewis Latimer
Fuck Edison
Naaah I don't see it
Naaah I don't feel it
Naaah I don't hear it
Naaah I'm not with it
I'm can play the villain
I will be the ceiling
To all ya niggaz
So Naaah I ain't chilling
I light year ahead
Ya niggaz can't wait
What you call sky I call it Real Estate
Fuck this world
I heard Heaven's the place
All I really need is a snare and a bass
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Writer(s): Marc-kirven Germain
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