South Of France
Sheesh
Yo Tane, just let it on
Young Gerald, uh
There's only one Big Lebowski, one Emily Ratajkowski
There's only one Mickey Mouse and there's only one Charles Bukowski
There's only one Gerald, try looking 'round if you doubt me
A real Oakland legend like Sebastian Janikowski
Want revenge, I want payback, I want the Virgil Maybach
A jet with the lay flat, but this ain't time to lay back
Want respect, want them to say that
Don't play me, I don't play that
You kept my seat warm but now that's what I came to take back
Call me Mr. New Watch, call me Mr. New Car
Call me Mr. Where'd-your-girlfriend-go?, she's not where you are
Presidential suite, five bands a night, this not no two-star
Saint-Tropez, the sea's as salty as you are
Big bands, skin tanned, I'm in the south of France
I bought that Rari cash and ain't even dip in my advance
On my second album, had accomplished almost all my plans
So if you hatin', suck a dick
Someone come and get your mans, fuck 'em
Could you believe?
You're right where you're supposed to be
Could you believe?
You're finally finding your dreams
You know, uh
Put me anywhere on Earth, I take my worth and make it triple
I pop out when it's dark out, I wait for the bat signal
Don't drop the ball and lose it like a guard who can't dribble
I mean, everyone would do this shit if it was that simple, for real
To make it in music, now you have to be genius
Chances slim as Christian Bale when he shot The Machinist
I mean, the view from my balcony, you have to come see this
I Californicate models, feel like Anthony Kiedis
When I'm in Los Angeles, the life we live is blasphemous
Differences I notice, some of y'all are really passionless
Clock out then I clock back in and then I get right back to this
Do this at the highest level, I get paid in cash for this
A thousand dollars for the caviar, comes in a jar
Kaspia potatoes, back to back, Michelin star
Me and three girls in my coupe, barely fit in the car
Tell me what the fuck I am if this kid isn't a star
Could you believe? (You know)
You're right where you're supposed to be
Could you believe?
You're finally finding your dreams
Yo Tane, just let it on
Young Gerald, uh
There's only one Big Lebowski, one Emily Ratajkowski
There's only one Mickey Mouse and there's only one Charles Bukowski
There's only one Gerald, try looking 'round if you doubt me
A real Oakland legend like Sebastian Janikowski
Want revenge, I want payback, I want the Virgil Maybach
A jet with the lay flat, but this ain't time to lay back
Want respect, want them to say that
Don't play me, I don't play that
You kept my seat warm but now that's what I came to take back
Call me Mr. New Watch, call me Mr. New Car
Call me Mr. Where'd-your-girlfriend-go?, she's not where you are
Presidential suite, five bands a night, this not no two-star
Saint-Tropez, the sea's as salty as you are
Big bands, skin tanned, I'm in the south of France
I bought that Rari cash and ain't even dip in my advance
On my second album, had accomplished almost all my plans
So if you hatin', suck a dick
Someone come and get your mans, fuck 'em
Could you believe?
You're right where you're supposed to be
Could you believe?
You're finally finding your dreams
You know, uh
Put me anywhere on Earth, I take my worth and make it triple
I pop out when it's dark out, I wait for the bat signal
Don't drop the ball and lose it like a guard who can't dribble
I mean, everyone would do this shit if it was that simple, for real
To make it in music, now you have to be genius
Chances slim as Christian Bale when he shot The Machinist
I mean, the view from my balcony, you have to come see this
I Californicate models, feel like Anthony Kiedis
When I'm in Los Angeles, the life we live is blasphemous
Differences I notice, some of y'all are really passionless
Clock out then I clock back in and then I get right back to this
Do this at the highest level, I get paid in cash for this
A thousand dollars for the caviar, comes in a jar
Kaspia potatoes, back to back, Michelin star
Me and three girls in my coupe, barely fit in the car
Tell me what the fuck I am if this kid isn't a star
Could you believe? (You know)
You're right where you're supposed to be
Could you believe?
You're finally finding your dreams
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Earl Gillum, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Mike Ryan Hector, Thomas Wesily Lumpkins, Austin Ward, Joshua Bennett Parkin
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