[Doctur Dot & Johnny Venus] Yo, more lighter flicks More lighter flicks We well acquainted at this, we well acquainted at this point, haha
This our first date Well acquainted, ooh Aight, let´s do this shit Oh shit Yeah, yeah Dropped my phone, dropped my phone
[Doctur Dot] Uh, I must be one of the lucky ones, graded So-so credit, live life lightheaded I´m the madness to the method, man From a place without no Wu-Tang Clan But we got Ku Klux Klans all up through there, hustle all we do here Tryna makе it shake ´til it´s poppin´ like a root beer Made this in a lеap year, next year I´ll be nuclear
Hella high falutin´, hotboxin´ two stories, I don´t give a fuck ´bout who here Always been the underdog, it´s over for that bullshit Born with the skillset, built up the toolkit Got the pocket presence, it´s a breeze on some through shit Hate when niggas talk but when they see you, they don´t do shit I´m a simple man but even that can be confusing Always said my checkered past would have ´em jumpin´ to conclusions Can´t have nobody around me that ain´t makin´ contributions All I do is run, get high, fuck and make music
[Ari Lennox] Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is
Who can I, who can I open up to? What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to?
[Johnny Venus] I´m tired of niggas, tired of motherfuckers underachievin´ Scared of they greatness, wastin´ they breathin´ Spoilin´ blessings, pissin´ they chances down the drain Sittin´ on they hands and wonderin´ why they situation ain´t changed I´m tired of crackers, I´m tired of dealin´ wit´ you racist bastards Salty asses, can´t focus on nothin´ else but me I´m tired of haters frightened ´bout somethin´ I´ma be
´Cause my purpose got you feelin´ worthless, now we enemies I´m tired of sleepin´, tired of creepin´, tired of hoes Tired of hot ass summers with crooked cops on patrol Shawty tryna do her best, said she slide down this pole But she see my mind on, I´m all alone So who can I open up to? Probably this bottle This sack of weed, it talks to me We eye to eye, we knee to knee Prayin´ for some shit, ain´t sure if it exists, huh Yeah, we lucky if we wind up with a loyal bitch Yeah, we slide out our moms, how quickly we forget Here, surrounded by lies and plastic like a zip
Here, hope you ain´t got this image of me in your head The chosen son, the one you meet after you dead The holy one, no blemish, not a stain on this linen Picture perfect, perfect image, nigga, that ain´t how I´m livin´ Nigga that ain´t how I´m livin´ So go on, put your fingers in the sky for the sinners
[Ari Lennox] Ooh, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to? What a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is Who can I, who can I open up to?
To, what a life, what a life, what a life, what a life this is (I, I, I wanna know) Who can I, who can I open up to? Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
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