[Intro: Cordae]
Yeah, ayy
Uh-uh, yeah
Lord
Ayy
Yeah
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I'm dealing with a lot of problems, don't know if y'all can relate
Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate
And I can really use a stress reliever
'Cause where I'm from, they catchin' bullets like the best receivers
The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber
The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears
Likе the Nile, I can flow for years
I rеally got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears
Rap niggas lying through their teeth, though, these are not veneers
Skipping through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears
I conquer fears, running up them Ms and drive my mama tears
I love Jim Carrey, but don't fuck with yes-men
I need honest ears when in the studio
Turned down a movie role to finish the album, I pray the outcome is good
Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took a nigga out of the hood
Carrying water, chopping the wood
But you gon' always have motion if the product is good
Lord knows it's crazy how I can just text Hov
And run plays on the weekend, it's more than just XOs
When I dropped my first album, was nervous, my chest froze
Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row
Bought a new fuckin' crib, but that shit is in escrow
'Cause my credit score low as my self-esteem, but I grow
It's a yellow beam when I glow, I have mellow dreams when I smoke
To my fellow kings, keep the hope, I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning
Acting wild like a Black & Mild, we smoked the opponent
I prayed and hoped for this moment, and if I post it, I own it
No cap for me, we get money like athletes
Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more of a match for me
If we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry
Boy, I got this down to a science, I promise you, I ain't lyin'
Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough
Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro, send 'em to Fairy World
Never wore a Jheri curl like Mike Jack in the 80s
I might crash the Mercedes, my life flashed from a baby
I reminisce on the daily, my penmanship which had pay me
It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy
Time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last?
New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash, huh
The competition, damn, we way passed
I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh
Yeah, ayy
Uh-uh, yeah
Lord
Ayy
Yeah
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I'm dealing with a lot of problems, don't know if y'all can relate
Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate
And I can really use a stress reliever
'Cause where I'm from, they catchin' bullets like the best receivers
The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber
The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears
Likе the Nile, I can flow for years
I rеally got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears
Rap niggas lying through their teeth, though, these are not veneers
Skipping through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears
I conquer fears, running up them Ms and drive my mama tears
I love Jim Carrey, but don't fuck with yes-men
I need honest ears when in the studio
Turned down a movie role to finish the album, I pray the outcome is good
Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took a nigga out of the hood
Carrying water, chopping the wood
But you gon' always have motion if the product is good
Lord knows it's crazy how I can just text Hov
And run plays on the weekend, it's more than just XOs
When I dropped my first album, was nervous, my chest froze
Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row
Bought a new fuckin' crib, but that shit is in escrow
'Cause my credit score low as my self-esteem, but I grow
It's a yellow beam when I glow, I have mellow dreams when I smoke
To my fellow kings, keep the hope, I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning
Acting wild like a Black & Mild, we smoked the opponent
I prayed and hoped for this moment, and if I post it, I own it
No cap for me, we get money like athletes
Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more of a match for me
If we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry
Boy, I got this down to a science, I promise you, I ain't lyin'
Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough
Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro, send 'em to Fairy World
Never wore a Jheri curl like Mike Jack in the 80s
I might crash the Mercedes, my life flashed from a baby
I reminisce on the daily, my penmanship which had pay me
It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy
Time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last?
New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash, huh
The competition, damn, we way passed
I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh
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