[Part I: "Otis"]
[Intro: YBN Cordae]
Okay, ooh, ooh
Oh, y'all on some shit
Sip my tea man
Make a lil' house out this bitch
Uh, okay
[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
I came in the game with a chip on my shoulder
Looking at the competition, all these niggas is older
Only got two favorite rappers, Jigga and HOVA
I'm sipping the soda, Lamborghini equipped with a motor
'Till I hopped in the fast lane, reminiscing my past pains
Carry it, the cash came, heritage from my last name (Uh)
I'm from a tribe of brilliance, I buy the building
Please hide the children, I'm 'bout to go on a killing spree
Know you feeling me, got these rap poems, soliloquies
Wife, I really need, these hoes a bunch of Billy Jeans
Fake ass niggas, snake ass niggas
Rapping fast but "What the fuck did you say?" ass niggas
Type imported with Michael court in, your life distorted
The best nigga out of the league since Michael Jordan
Plotting what I'm 'bout to accomplish, quite enormous
I don't have to write to forfeit, my nigga my life a story
Call Spike Lee, tell him how I made it off of type beats
I might be the nicest with the handles since Kyrie
Rookie vet, came in the game, just took the check
Bodying everything that I do, my nigga look at Flex
Shoutout to my nigga Joey, court side at the Brooklyn Nets
Told him I need a ticket, you gotta be specific
My nigga, I bleed terrific and piss excellence
My shit heaven sent, flowing like a sick veteran
The difference between me and you
Multiply your self worth by five trillion
Your high ceilings still couldn't equal two
Fraction of my worst shit, find your purpose
But while my verses, you can learn something, go soul searching
Now watch me spend these Benjamin Franklins
Like what this nigga be thinking
Never forgot to deposit that as memory bank and
Hilary Swank and niggas should really be thanking
The young God MC stopped the killing, he's dangerous
[Intro: YBN Cordae]
Okay, ooh, ooh
Oh, y'all on some shit
Sip my tea man
Make a lil' house out this bitch
Uh, okay
[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
I came in the game with a chip on my shoulder
Looking at the competition, all these niggas is older
Only got two favorite rappers, Jigga and HOVA
I'm sipping the soda, Lamborghini equipped with a motor
'Till I hopped in the fast lane, reminiscing my past pains
Carry it, the cash came, heritage from my last name (Uh)
I'm from a tribe of brilliance, I buy the building
Please hide the children, I'm 'bout to go on a killing spree
Know you feeling me, got these rap poems, soliloquies
Wife, I really need, these hoes a bunch of Billy Jeans
Fake ass niggas, snake ass niggas
Rapping fast but "What the fuck did you say?" ass niggas
Type imported with Michael court in, your life distorted
The best nigga out of the league since Michael Jordan
Plotting what I'm 'bout to accomplish, quite enormous
I don't have to write to forfeit, my nigga my life a story
Call Spike Lee, tell him how I made it off of type beats
I might be the nicest with the handles since Kyrie
Rookie vet, came in the game, just took the check
Bodying everything that I do, my nigga look at Flex
Shoutout to my nigga Joey, court side at the Brooklyn Nets
Told him I need a ticket, you gotta be specific
My nigga, I bleed terrific and piss excellence
My shit heaven sent, flowing like a sick veteran
The difference between me and you
Multiply your self worth by five trillion
Your high ceilings still couldn't equal two
Fraction of my worst shit, find your purpose
But while my verses, you can learn something, go soul searching
Now watch me spend these Benjamin Franklins
Like what this nigga be thinking
Never forgot to deposit that as memory bank and
Hilary Swank and niggas should really be thanking
The young God MC stopped the killing, he's dangerous
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