Nobody Does it Better
Got shorties on my line that'll drop locations
Get you lined up for a proper donation
You clapped on sight like you got an ovation
I sacrificed it all before I got with the Haitians
I bet you didn't know that the hue-man is the human
Black and the brown, the beautiful, it's the true man
Swear this farmland and money made me a new man
I came a long way from that troubled kid on the 2 man
Who knew, man, as soon as I jumped off of the stoop, man
My pops left a seed in the dirt
God's grace, the sun shined and he grew man
Gas the pedal, grab the metal
Flash the bezel, you niggas won't pass this level
From an era you don't win, you don't have a medal
And fuck a local thot, you hoes is too trash to settle
Street fire on the tire, screaming past the devil
That Parisi paper got me trying to bag a Meadow, yeah
As champagne spills on this rooftop
Pray my city keep going if it do stop
First mission said he did it off the ouwop
He crazy dusted trying to pull it like a new cop
New drop galore, Christmas came early, guess who this chopper for
Like a sushi chef round this bitch chopping raw
Didn't use his head, so the Migos chopped it off
Niggas popping off, bunch of sad stories,
Spent his 20's in the club was chasing mad shorties
Spent his 30's trying to reminisce the past glory
Procrastination shit could turn you to the bad 40's
We major in 50 states, we swerving and switching plates
Where bodies go out for a swim, ain't hit the lake
We took him to the ledge and brought him in with the bait
But time is forever, I'm sorry
Get you lined up for a proper donation
You clapped on sight like you got an ovation
I sacrificed it all before I got with the Haitians
I bet you didn't know that the hue-man is the human
Black and the brown, the beautiful, it's the true man
Swear this farmland and money made me a new man
I came a long way from that troubled kid on the 2 man
Who knew, man, as soon as I jumped off of the stoop, man
My pops left a seed in the dirt
God's grace, the sun shined and he grew man
Gas the pedal, grab the metal
Flash the bezel, you niggas won't pass this level
From an era you don't win, you don't have a medal
And fuck a local thot, you hoes is too trash to settle
Street fire on the tire, screaming past the devil
That Parisi paper got me trying to bag a Meadow, yeah
As champagne spills on this rooftop
Pray my city keep going if it do stop
First mission said he did it off the ouwop
He crazy dusted trying to pull it like a new cop
New drop galore, Christmas came early, guess who this chopper for
Like a sushi chef round this bitch chopping raw
Didn't use his head, so the Migos chopped it off
Niggas popping off, bunch of sad stories,
Spent his 20's in the club was chasing mad shorties
Spent his 30's trying to reminisce the past glory
Procrastination shit could turn you to the bad 40's
We major in 50 states, we swerving and switching plates
Where bodies go out for a swim, ain't hit the lake
We took him to the ledge and brought him in with the bait
But time is forever, I'm sorry
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Writer(s): Dondre Perry
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