(What a day at the park) The Estate Sale
(What a day at the park)
(Gangsta Grillz)

Yeah, I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggy
Had to switch the hue ´cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don´t trust me, know I´m a sick puppy
Know that women throw themselves at me and men want me
Anything could happen for attention and rent money
I got so much on my plate, that´s why I sit funny
So many hand-outs, so much back bending
So much entitlement my family be actin´ in
So many white diamonds, yeah, I got jungle fever
But they didn´t raise me, so shout out black women

So much commentin´, show me what you good at
Tell me the highs of the valley that your boots stood at
You couldn´t fit in my loafers if you took a steroid
And I wouldn´t handle your baggage if I had a bellboy
I´m rarely replying to texts, barely enjoying the sex
I got a pain in my chest, that´s from suppressin´ the stress
Lionel, he know me the best
Told me I know the answer, but Clancy, he gave me the best advice that I heard in a sec´
I need to call me a jet, I need to pack me a bag
I need to get me a cabin, need some scrimmage in chess
I could´ve bought me some land, I went and flooded my neck

I say this shit with my chest, I am like one of the best (Greatest)
I am a workaholic and I need to get me some rest
I´d rather get these ideas off, I´d rather not steer off my path
I´m so scared of going back to my past
I work, I swear it´s hard not shaking that fear off
White boy said I brag too much, the black kid said it´s inspiring
Duality is tiring, my girl would kill me if she knew the things I was desiring
Suppressing it, get it out the way, I put the sirens in, yeah

(What a day at the park)
(What a day at the park) Don´t get it confused

(What a day at the park) You could never

Look, I don´t fuck with parties, I don´t fuck with the paparazzi
Never have I drove a Hellcat or a Maserati
Never needed others for my personal validation
She ain´t gettin´ touched if she cannot hold a conversation
Never had a bulky Richard Mille as a wristwatch
I never seen Amiri, never posted on TikTok
I never had desire for promethazine in a soda
Never made eye contact with a woman in Fashion Nova
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling

Hittin´ wheelies like Chris retaliated, just look around
Every opportunity allocated
I put so many niggas on, you thought DJ Khaled made it
From cold showers, I used to hate it
Now I´m spendin´ fifteen for the new roof, it ain´t renovated
I could see the ocean where I sleep and the house is gated
No Calabasas, I Brentwood it or Palisade it
The freckled girls articulating art got me salivating (I love it)
Wall is Henry Taylor with the trunks, I be playing Jenga
The last tour, dog, I cleaned house
They mad I made it, I´m so conceited
Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated

After album five, I got syndicated, you want the old T?
Sorry G, that picture faded
Come get wit´ me

(What a day at the park) I like to call that
(What a day at the park) Oh my God

Yeah, I´m a dead poet (Poet), tabletop stumpin´ (Stumpin´)
I´m a free spirit, have the whole jail jumpin´ (Jumpin´)
Ever since a youngin´, moved at my pace (At my own)
Scared of having youngins ´cause I like my space (Yeah)

Selfish ain´t the word (Nope), regret ain´t either (Nuh-uh)
Before you get the huffin´ and the puffin´, take a breather (Hah-hah-hah)
Put yourself first if you´re livin´ with a dream (Put yourself first)
Be your biggest cheerleader, motherfuck the team
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