[Cordae] Conversations gettin´ complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar If anybody ever had a problem, gave ´em hell I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes Everybody celebratin´ with they champagne glasses I´m just sittin´ full of pain as I´m tourin´ the country Thought the stress-free life was gon´ come with the money (Uh)
[Cordae] I got my head up in the clouds livin´ off daydreamin´ Still high up off of life, I know my light ray beamin´ Got up out river, nigga, now I´m straight mainstreamin´
Flowin´ heavy, ´member uncle drove a Chevy on his wrist Was a stolen Rollie Presi´, couldn´t tell him shit Arrogance is deadly, in the moment, damn, he relished it Matchin´ chain, embellished it, drug dealer dreams with prison nightmares Was type rare, and if the shoe fits, I´ll buy the right pair But shit be gettin´ worser by the second, I´m guessin´ Put a smile up on my face ´cause life is all ´bout perception Tell my niggas that I´m happy, happiness manifestin´ Even though it´s quite the opposite, but shit, I´m digressin´, okay
[Cordae & Freddie Gibbs] Conversations gettin´ complicated, I could tell ya, uh Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar If anybody ever had a problem, gave ´em hell I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes Everybody celebratin´ with they champagne glasses I´m just sittin´ full of pain as I´m tourin´ the country (Big Rabbit) Thought the stress-free life was gon´ come with the money (Yeah)
[Freddie Gibbs] Conversations gettin´ complicated, investigated now (Yeah, yeah)
You can´t shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Know what?) Big VL for life, the biggest rabbit in the nation now (Yeah, yeah) You can´t shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Ugh) Niggas can´t shit on me, piss the set, trip on me (Nah) Play me like I´m pussy and once you in her, I burn like syphilis, G Youngin did a bid for me, I´ma slide for him ´cause he slid for me Know that you feelin´ this gangsta shit, I can feel it all up in your energy (Yeah, yeah) Got her pregnant once, I gave her backstage passes Ride with that dirty, I know my shit dirty, I´d rather get caught than get blasted
Crackers don´t understand nothin´, can never, they treat us like cargo, they stashed us I just sit back and get high and I just think ´bout how long this rap shit gon´ last us (Oh, yeah, yeah)
[Cordae] Conversations gettin´ complicated, I could tell ya, uh Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar If anybody ever had a problem, gave ´em hell I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes Everybody celebratin´ with they champagne glasses I´m just sittin´ full of pain as I´m tourin´ the country
Thought the stress-free life was gon´ come with the money, you know