[Intro: Russell Westbrook]
What?
Bro, what are you talking about man?
Bro, I’m out man, ya'll niggas trippin’
[Interlude]
Ah, ah, yeah
You can’t get paid in a earth this big
You’re worthless, kid
[Verse 1]
I was taught to love the enemy that’s word sworn like a first born
And that grass grow from a dirt lawn
When daddy said he was leavin’, did it hurt mom?
Wait, wait who the fuck is this new nigga on her arm?
They call him shorty I’m a shorty damn near his height
You get outta the car you hitchhike, you ain’t ridin’ with us
You can die my nigga, I don’t care if I’m 5 my nigga
But everybody like you except me and you trynna accept me
Shit it would be easy if you bribed a nigga
Cartoons on Massasoit turned to a vantage point
I just wanna see the world rotate
First time I saw the moon shine never stayed up so late
And we watched in a box while jumpin' in the bed in our socks
He pulls in the garage and he yells for Taj to come out
I, look around and go downstairs, ‘cause even if I don’t wanna go I know that my momma wouldn’t allow it
Guess we ridin’ around then
He took me to the store and told me that he got me
And then I started pickin’ out shit, glass cut, inside Gold
And a sphere so it rolls, it looked like a bunch of globes
What?
Bro, what are you talking about man?
Bro, I’m out man, ya'll niggas trippin’
[Interlude]
Ah, ah, yeah
You can’t get paid in a earth this big
You’re worthless, kid
[Verse 1]
I was taught to love the enemy that’s word sworn like a first born
And that grass grow from a dirt lawn
When daddy said he was leavin’, did it hurt mom?
Wait, wait who the fuck is this new nigga on her arm?
They call him shorty I’m a shorty damn near his height
You get outta the car you hitchhike, you ain’t ridin’ with us
You can die my nigga, I don’t care if I’m 5 my nigga
But everybody like you except me and you trynna accept me
Shit it would be easy if you bribed a nigga
Cartoons on Massasoit turned to a vantage point
I just wanna see the world rotate
First time I saw the moon shine never stayed up so late
And we watched in a box while jumpin' in the bed in our socks
He pulls in the garage and he yells for Taj to come out
I, look around and go downstairs, ‘cause even if I don’t wanna go I know that my momma wouldn’t allow it
Guess we ridin’ around then
He took me to the store and told me that he got me
And then I started pickin’ out shit, glass cut, inside Gold
And a sphere so it rolls, it looked like a bunch of globes
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