Sam (Is Dead)
Niggas!
Niggas is coming
Everybody put your motherfucking hands up
This life is a game if you wanna play
Counting all your own mistakes
Living it with no delay
So fast I'm getting growing pains
Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane
All these problems come with my growing age
Blowing haze tryna clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain
I don't complain but the kid inside me's feeling so restrained
Gotta stay golden
Let desire rekindle the flame
Searching for the Fountain of Youth
When I'm free in my brain
Bring in the horns
You hear that fucking brass
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart
No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion
Mothafuck Geppetto, he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions
Niggas!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Niggas is coming!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
They want a story - a story
I write the shit that I find very amusing
Cause all the other fucking stories are boring
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these fuckers
So you won't find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart so I have a problem maturing
But it will come from experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a bird when I'm soaring, really high
And I'm really horny, from watching this porn
Nope, but
Put your motherfucking hands up
Bring in the horns
You hear that fucking brass
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart
No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion
Mothafuck Geppetto, he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions
Niggas!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Niggas is coming!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
The niggas is coming
Niggas is coming
Everybody put your motherfucking hands up
This life is a game if you wanna play
Counting all your own mistakes
Living it with no delay
So fast I'm getting growing pains
Father didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go insane
All these problems come with my growing age
Blowing haze tryna clear the doubt that's sitting on my brain
I don't complain but the kid inside me's feeling so restrained
Gotta stay golden
Let desire rekindle the flame
Searching for the Fountain of Youth
When I'm free in my brain
Bring in the horns
You hear that fucking brass
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart
No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion
Mothafuck Geppetto, he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions
Niggas!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Niggas is coming!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
They want a story - a story
I write the shit that I find very amusing
Cause all the other fucking stories are boring
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I fathered these fuckers
So you won't find me on Maury
I'm still a kid in my heart so I have a problem maturing
But it will come from experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a bird when I'm soaring, really high
And I'm really horny, from watching this porn
Nope, but
Put your motherfucking hands up
Bring in the horns
You hear that fucking brass
That's little boy nigga with the trumpets
Marching with the bandwagon
Looking for his heart
No sleeve but his hand carry muskets
Lurking in the meadows, Oblivion
Mothafuck Geppetto, he's a leader not a puppet
Some professors nuttier than Klump's dick
So think before you blink and aye-aye make assumptions
Niggas!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Niggas is coming!
Your left, your left, your left, right left
Your left, your left, your left, right left
The niggas is coming
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Okonma, Dominique Cole
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