VIETNAM

Money in the mattress, bro
Six figures on the taxes, hoe
For my people still trapping
I guess we're both rapping dope
No options, they gotta sell crack and coke
They scratch for hope
Rap was for blacks to cope (grr)

My granddaddy was in Vietnam (yeah, yeah)
Couldn't keep his mind
Saw his homie blown to bits, couldn't see the bomb
When he passed, I just hope he had some peace of mind
I really hope he live forever with the peace of God
I think about 'em all the time
How I really ain't nothing on my own (nothing on my own)

Just a link in the chain, a peak in the wave
I speak for a slave, I'm deep in the cave
See my hand reach from the grave
They're feenin' for fame
My nigga, I'm the least entertained
I'm raising the bar (bar)
I used to try to drink it away (now, no more, yeah, yeah)

My momma never been more proud of me (more proud of me)
Living with intention and firm with all my boundaries
Even if you got it out for me, I'm on my alchemy
If I had a dollar for all the people that doubted me
I'd count up all my family, give 'em all a house a piece

Oprah in this bitch, take what you need
We attracting, never chasing the dream (chasing the dream)
The universe is listening
So boy, you better say what you mean
Shoot your shot, aim high and hope you stay on the green
My peace cost my insecurity, I'm paying the fee (yeah, eh)

I swear, my youngin is my protégé (protégé)
I'm giving him game, I'm giving him range, I'm feeling his pain
I fill in the blanks, I'm getting on the healing today
I built it my way, he figured out the ceiling is fake
The village is great, I wanna see him kill it with grace

And my daughter, that's my lil' twin (my lil' twin, yeah)
Fuck a gender role
She ain't accepting how it is, she gonna set the tone
Black and educated, yes, baby, get your own (baby, girl)
My momma's strong
Love to see these women gettin' bold (yes, huh)
If he really love you then he won't upset your goals (no, no, no)

The whole team essential (yeah, yeah)
One piece missing and then the shit stop clicking
I gotta get the whole clique in until we all got riches
It isn't all 'bout business, it's really more 'bout vision
Always putting the mission before the ego
Shoutout to my amigos (yeah)
I love to see y'all niggas win (niggas win)

China we're coming (winning out of New York)
We weren't s'posed to be nothing
We in Australia, petting kangaroos, haters gon' love it
Out in Saudi with the Sheik, niggas treat us like cousins
We're only moving to the beat that we're drumming
We all want it, more wealth to y'all! (Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Aleksander Manfredi, Avery Jones
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