Alright look
Alright, look, I said, I said
When I was nine, that's my first time I held a .9
Put it on God, man, it must've been a sign
'Cause my mother, she was strippin', she was always on her grind
While her boyfriend, he was pimpin', he ain't have a lot of time
So he showed me where it was and showed me how to work it
Just in case a nigga run up in this bitch, gotta murk him
Thirteen, I was servin', nigga, fifteen persons
Nigga, tryna be a cocaine cowboy, Michael Irvin
Nigga, sixteen, I was deep up in the trenches, hoppin' fences
'Round that time they gave my boy a life sentence
But I still ain't learn, nigga, I was tryna burn niggas
Tryna put somebody in the grave or a urn, nigga
Seventeen, police whooped my ass just for bein' Black
No talkin' silent, guys give up, where's the friend at?
Seen my uncle in the prison, shit, now it's me in that
Couldn't break the cycle, like recycle, they wan' see us back
Eighteen, lions, tigers, bears, I was livin' with 'em (mmm)
Went to prison with 'em, doin' business with 'em
I'm twenty-one, my cellmate been down for thirty-five
He just tryna see the sun before he gotta die
So why would I go and cry? I got another passion (bitch)
You don't know the struggle, so you wouldn't understand
'Cause in my book, my mama raised a man
'Cause I could've snitched on the beat to get me out the can
But I could tell you what I seen or what I lived, it's up to you
Or let my brother tell the story from a bird's-eye view
Cordae - From a Birds Eye View Album Lyrics
Cordae - From a Birds Eye View Lyrics
Writer: Shiloh Young
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Jean Michel
Yeah, uh
Brink of extinction, hell-bent on survival
This life's a continuous cycle
Consider this a venomous haiku
This ain't a verse, nigga
And I done dealt with the worst niggas
The type to steal your shit and search with ya
Nothin' ordinary
I been havin' vivid dreams, them shits is more than scary
Graveyards or mortuaries
Haunted by these goals that I'm tryna accomplish
Underrated, over-hated, I'm tired of the nonsense
Things I've could've done better, it lies in my conscience
And I'll never forget it, I'm my worst critic
Such a overthinker, I'm so self-reflective
God willin', these parables go and sell some records
Politicians out here lyin', tryna sell a message
Ten thousand hours, penmanship is well-perfected
Uh, I'm just tryna get my point across
And on my mama, I will die for the right cause
Mmm, 'cause what's life without sacrifice?
And you just wastin' talent if you never strategize
Stared death in the face with the saddest eyes
Takin' risks, situations gettin' magnified
What's your ideal way of demise?
The price of fame costs your life, but stayin' alive was more important
Uh, death is the greatest surprise
I see the hate in your eyes
I saw potential at first, grew a resentment for Earth
You lust for power too much
And it's gettin' worse
The more you get, the more that you'll desire, can't quench your thirst
Of a conqueror, ask Alex, ask Christopher
Seven figure checks, they require my signature
Drive-by shootin's, homicides are vehicular
Now f*ck your art critic, can't decide what my picture's worth
I just know that it's painted well
Your favorite artist first priority is gainin' wealth
Mmm, sprinkle holy water on a tainted cell
My brother asked me how the f*ck can he maintain in Hell
Mmm, that's another story for a different day
He just told me, "Don't switch your ways," nigga
Brink of extinction, hell-bent on survival
This life's a continuous cycle
Consider this a venomous haiku
This ain't a verse, nigga
And I done dealt with the worst niggas
The type to steal your shit and search with ya
Nothin' ordinary
I been havin' vivid dreams, them shits is more than scary
Graveyards or mortuaries
Haunted by these goals that I'm tryna accomplish
Underrated, over-hated, I'm tired of the nonsense
Things I've could've done better, it lies in my conscience
And I'll never forget it, I'm my worst critic
Such a overthinker, I'm so self-reflective
God willin', these parables go and sell some records
Politicians out here lyin', tryna sell a message
Ten thousand hours, penmanship is well-perfected
Uh, I'm just tryna get my point across
And on my mama, I will die for the right cause
Mmm, 'cause what's life without sacrifice?
And you just wastin' talent if you never strategize
Stared death in the face with the saddest eyes
Takin' risks, situations gettin' magnified
What's your ideal way of demise?
The price of fame costs your life, but stayin' alive was more important
Uh, death is the greatest surprise
I see the hate in your eyes
I saw potential at first, grew a resentment for Earth
You lust for power too much
And it's gettin' worse
The more you get, the more that you'll desire, can't quench your thirst
Of a conqueror, ask Alex, ask Christopher
Seven figure checks, they require my signature
Drive-by shootin's, homicides are vehicular
Now f*ck your art critic, can't decide what my picture's worth
I just know that it's painted well
Your favorite artist first priority is gainin' wealth
Mmm, sprinkle holy water on a tainted cell
My brother asked me how the f*ck can he maintain in Hell
Mmm, that's another story for a different day
He just told me, "Don't switch your ways," nigga
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Raphael Saddiq
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Super
Yeah, yeah, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
Huh, huh
Last year I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single f*ckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super whoa
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get feom being super dope
This is real life, ain't no act in it
All these rap niggas, they be Brad Pittin' (uh)
Every little thing I do is mad different (yeah)
Got my little cousin playin' badminton (yeah)
Gave my lil' bro a quick fifty piece
He got the whole mu'f*ckin' trap hittin'
I been stackin' up all these assets
Can't be conductin' any bad business (nah)
Like whoa, hey, I keep that drip on me
My nigga, I'm big homie (big homie)
Huh, hey, I can't ever slip, homie
My mama might flip on me (might flip on me)
Like whoa, hey, drop top coupe in the mu'f*ckin' summer, I rest my case (rest my case)
Like huh, hey, I'ma live life to the fullest with ever single breath I take
Let me tell you niggas some real quick (uh)
Hatin'-ass ho, you can suck my dick (suck it)
Get cold every time that she touch my wrist
I'm the greatest, nigga, can't f*ck with this (nah)
My niggas pull up in them Chevy's and Beamers
We all young and rich, you can't check my demeanor
I just bought a Birkin for my aunt Regina
I been gettin' money since I was a senior (woo)
Last year I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single f*ckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super whoa
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope
I be feelin' like it's me against the world
But I could give a f*ck who my opponent is (nah)
Niggas askin' why I dropped the YBN
I had no other choices, we ain't own the shit (real)
And all that janky shit, I'm not condonin' it (nah)
With a couple niggas, I got a bone to pick (real)
I'm on some movement shit, y'all on some moment shit (huh)
But I'll be here forever, y'all can go and quit
We had bad bitches in the new Bentley
Just re-up from that new stimmy
My brother countin' them blue Benji's
Only feel good when my crew with me, like whoa
They tried to question my character
Young rich and black, they hate me in America
We some real niggas, don't fit the criteria
Don't like yo' vibe, not allowed in my area
I entered this game and I came here to change it
Speak my beliefs now they callin' me dangerous
Takin' the throne and I'm gonna maintain it
I gotta go down as just one of the greatest (huh)
So anybody got a problem with me
Can't fake kick it, f*ck your politickin' (f*ck)
I ain't worried 'bout it, I know God is with me
Yo' piece of mind is worth a dollar fifty, but (Lord)
Last year I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single f*ckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super whoa
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope
One day, one day, one day
I will survive
I will survive
Hey, hey (I will survive)
Huh, huh
Last year I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single f*ckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super whoa
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get feom being super dope
This is real life, ain't no act in it
All these rap niggas, they be Brad Pittin' (uh)
Every little thing I do is mad different (yeah)
Got my little cousin playin' badminton (yeah)
Gave my lil' bro a quick fifty piece
He got the whole mu'f*ckin' trap hittin'
I been stackin' up all these assets
Can't be conductin' any bad business (nah)
Like whoa, hey, I keep that drip on me
My nigga, I'm big homie (big homie)
Huh, hey, I can't ever slip, homie
My mama might flip on me (might flip on me)
Like whoa, hey, drop top coupe in the mu'f*ckin' summer, I rest my case (rest my case)
Like huh, hey, I'ma live life to the fullest with ever single breath I take
Let me tell you niggas some real quick (uh)
Hatin'-ass ho, you can suck my dick (suck it)
Get cold every time that she touch my wrist
I'm the greatest, nigga, can't f*ck with this (nah)
My niggas pull up in them Chevy's and Beamers
We all young and rich, you can't check my demeanor
I just bought a Birkin for my aunt Regina
I been gettin' money since I was a senior (woo)
Last year I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single f*ckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super whoa
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope
I be feelin' like it's me against the world
But I could give a f*ck who my opponent is (nah)
Niggas askin' why I dropped the YBN
I had no other choices, we ain't own the shit (real)
And all that janky shit, I'm not condonin' it (nah)
With a couple niggas, I got a bone to pick (real)
I'm on some movement shit, y'all on some moment shit (huh)
But I'll be here forever, y'all can go and quit
We had bad bitches in the new Bentley
Just re-up from that new stimmy
My brother countin' them blue Benji's
Only feel good when my crew with me, like whoa
They tried to question my character
Young rich and black, they hate me in America
We some real niggas, don't fit the criteria
Don't like yo' vibe, not allowed in my area
I entered this game and I came here to change it
Speak my beliefs now they callin' me dangerous
Takin' the throne and I'm gonna maintain it
I gotta go down as just one of the greatest (huh)
So anybody got a problem with me
Can't fake kick it, f*ck your politickin' (f*ck)
I ain't worried 'bout it, I know God is with me
Yo' piece of mind is worth a dollar fifty, but (Lord)
Last year I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single f*ckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super whoa
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope
One day, one day, one day
I will survive
I will survive
Hey, hey (I will survive)
Writer: Andre Goodwin, Cordae Dunston, Willie Mack Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mommas Hood
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh
I was ridin' through my mama's hood, rollin' in Jeep
I ain't playin' with you niggas, boy, I'm playin' for keeps
F*ck you pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain't talkin' too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I'm home
How you all about business but don't be mindin' your own? (Yeah)
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna atone, huh
I let it be well known, yeah
Uh, daydreamin' while I'm schemin' on a text
Steady plottin' as I'm thinkin' on the next (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Confident although I find myself compressed
Overthinkin', worryin', I must confess (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Even though sometimes I wish I was exaggeratin'
And all my problems were just figments of imagination
The smartest nigga who had dropped out, f*ck your graduation
I think that shit a f*ckin' scam, somebody had to say it
Caught up in the matrix, shit, I had to find a way out
Lost too many niggas, swear this shit is gettin' played out
Student loan forgiveness, all my debt was finally paid out
Appreciate this shit because the gutter I come straight out
The bottoms of bottoms, to the top of the tops
And that power washin' van that I just bought for my pops
I talk to him every now and then, more often than not
We upgraded next time that I drop, but for now
I was ridin' through my mama's hood, rollin' in Jeep
I ain't playin' with you niggas, boy, I'm playin' for keeps
F*ck these pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain't talkin' too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I'm home
How you all about business but don't be mindin' your own?
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna atone, huh
I'll let it be well known, yeah
I heard the cage bird sing and it's a beautiful sound
And it'd be so much f*ckin' better, dog, if you was around
Why they had to kill my nigga over a few little pounds?
When I got robbed in high school you even flew through the town
Couldn't really live with him, now I'm livin' without him
And you was just here with us listenin' to the new album
Told me that it was a classic, better than my last shit
We used to have hoop dreams and skip all our classes
And now my nigga dead and gone, shed these tears up in this song
Shoulda got 'em out, I right my wrong, real nigga shit what I condone
Every nigga got his flaws, accounts that's filled with withdrawals
I paint pictures that's vivid because my feelin' so raw
This shit I'm dealin' with, uh, is no mistake
That I was put in this position just to open gates
The niggas with the least to offer got the most to say
The funeral was too much, I couldn't show my face, instead
I was ridin' through my mama's hood, rollin' in Jeep
I ain't playin' with you niggas, boy, I'm playin' for keeps
F*ck these pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain't talkin' too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I'm home
How you all about business but don't be mindin' your own?
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna atone, huh
I'll let it be well known
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This song is dedicated to my dog Juwan Walls
They called him Pit
Um, who got killed last summer in a shootout
And um, we used to be on the basketball team together, man, me and him
Uh, we always used to hoop together
And um, bro was the first one gettin' money amongst us all, like
He was like fifteen, sixteen years old
And he-he always kept a bankroll on him, and uh
I just miss my dog, man
Yeah, uh
I was ridin' through my mama's hood, rollin' in Jeep
I ain't playin' with you niggas, boy, I'm playin' for keeps
F*ck you pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain't talkin' too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I'm home
How you all about business but don't be mindin' your own? (Yeah)
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna atone, huh
I let it be well known, yeah
Uh, daydreamin' while I'm schemin' on a text
Steady plottin' as I'm thinkin' on the next (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Confident although I find myself compressed
Overthinkin', worryin', I must confess (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Even though sometimes I wish I was exaggeratin'
And all my problems were just figments of imagination
The smartest nigga who had dropped out, f*ck your graduation
I think that shit a f*ckin' scam, somebody had to say it
Caught up in the matrix, shit, I had to find a way out
Lost too many niggas, swear this shit is gettin' played out
Student loan forgiveness, all my debt was finally paid out
Appreciate this shit because the gutter I come straight out
The bottoms of bottoms, to the top of the tops
And that power washin' van that I just bought for my pops
I talk to him every now and then, more often than not
We upgraded next time that I drop, but for now
I was ridin' through my mama's hood, rollin' in Jeep
I ain't playin' with you niggas, boy, I'm playin' for keeps
F*ck these pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain't talkin' too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I'm home
How you all about business but don't be mindin' your own?
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna atone, huh
I'll let it be well known, yeah
I heard the cage bird sing and it's a beautiful sound
And it'd be so much f*ckin' better, dog, if you was around
Why they had to kill my nigga over a few little pounds?
When I got robbed in high school you even flew through the town
Couldn't really live with him, now I'm livin' without him
And you was just here with us listenin' to the new album
Told me that it was a classic, better than my last shit
We used to have hoop dreams and skip all our classes
And now my nigga dead and gone, shed these tears up in this song
Shoulda got 'em out, I right my wrong, real nigga shit what I condone
Every nigga got his flaws, accounts that's filled with withdrawals
I paint pictures that's vivid because my feelin' so raw
This shit I'm dealin' with, uh, is no mistake
That I was put in this position just to open gates
The niggas with the least to offer got the most to say
The funeral was too much, I couldn't show my face, instead
I was ridin' through my mama's hood, rollin' in Jeep
I ain't playin' with you niggas, boy, I'm playin' for keeps
F*ck these pussy ass niggas tryna prey on the weak
I ain't talkin' too much, I only say what I mean
I bring the whole city out every time that I'm home
How you all about business but don't be mindin' your own?
Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm just tryna atone, huh
I'll let it be well known
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This song is dedicated to my dog Juwan Walls
They called him Pit
Um, who got killed last summer in a shootout
And um, we used to be on the basketball team together, man, me and him
Uh, we always used to hoop together
And um, bro was the first one gettin' money amongst us all, like
He was like fifteen, sixteen years old
And he-he always kept a bankroll on him, and uh
I just miss my dog, man
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Rasool Diaz
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Want From Me
Is it ever enough?
Is it ever enough?
Is it ever enough?
Uh, okay, what do you want from me? What do you need?
I'm only a human, baby, and we all bleed
Never live with vices or destroy with greed
I'm a man with pride, I won't beg or plead
Just ask, what do you want from me?
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Okay, what do you want from me? (Uh)
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Ayy check it, check it, check it
Men and women are quite different though our vision is jaded
We originated to coexist however you play it
Woman was made from the man's rib, that's why we can't live
You be the judge, but ain't no Uncle Phil without an Aunt Viv
Mother Nature and Father Time, moonlight and sunshine
Everything's interconnected and it's all by design
Yin and yang and since the big bang, ain't shit change
Sometimes I feel like Russell Wilson, other days I'm Rick James
Life is a balance, duality is one of my talents
If you ask me to express myself that's gon' be a challenge
When I bought that Birkin bag I had to ask my accountant
He said, "Hell nah," but mustard seed faith move mountains
Bad decisions will derive from you just bein' in love
She ain't the type who out all night that you could see in the club
We both share the same problems, we got too much pride
What do you want from me? Got nothin' to hide, girl, come on now
Okay, what do you want from me? What do you need?
I'm only a human, baby, and we all bleed
Never live with vices or destroy with greed
I'm a man with pride, I won't beg or plead
Just ask, what do you want from me?
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Okay, what do you want from me? (Uh)
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Ayy check it, ayy yo
Okay, sometimes I fantasize about life then I analyze
The missin' pieces, this written thesis, I can't advise
Improper inner circles, gotta sanitize
I clean house 'cause some only like to vandalize
Plottin' on your downfall although I plan to rise
Life's your biggest f*ckin' test and this ain't standardized
Quite remedial, the type to see it through
I write for me and you, accomplish shit that isn't feasible
Now what would Jesus do? Fish and bread to the masses
In terms of gettin' head I was the head of my classes
Yin to my yang like the feds and harassment
Everythin' good, my nigga, like why you askin'?
Beware of ulterior motives, deeper desires
My whole catalog, I'm keepin' the fire
My mom still go to work everyday, can't wait 'til she can retire
I keep it real and that's what people admire, they ask
Okay, what do you want from me? What do you need?
I'm only a human, baby, and we all bleed
Never live with vices or destroy with greed
I'm a man with pride, I won't beg or plead
Just ask, what do you want from me?
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Okay, what do you want from me? (Uh)
Is it ever enough? (Oh)
I'll give you the world, world
I'll give you the world, world
'Cause I'ma keep it G real
I don't f*ck with you, cuz
You disrespected me
You disrespected my hood by tellin' me take off my flag
Askin' how gangsta I was, nigga
You lucky on that day I was actin' cool, cuz
I told you I ain't got time for that, my nigga
Today I got time, cuz
Is it ever enough?
Is it ever enough?
Uh, okay, what do you want from me? What do you need?
I'm only a human, baby, and we all bleed
Never live with vices or destroy with greed
I'm a man with pride, I won't beg or plead
Just ask, what do you want from me?
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Okay, what do you want from me? (Uh)
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Ayy check it, check it, check it
Men and women are quite different though our vision is jaded
We originated to coexist however you play it
Woman was made from the man's rib, that's why we can't live
You be the judge, but ain't no Uncle Phil without an Aunt Viv
Mother Nature and Father Time, moonlight and sunshine
Everything's interconnected and it's all by design
Yin and yang and since the big bang, ain't shit change
Sometimes I feel like Russell Wilson, other days I'm Rick James
Life is a balance, duality is one of my talents
If you ask me to express myself that's gon' be a challenge
When I bought that Birkin bag I had to ask my accountant
He said, "Hell nah," but mustard seed faith move mountains
Bad decisions will derive from you just bein' in love
She ain't the type who out all night that you could see in the club
We both share the same problems, we got too much pride
What do you want from me? Got nothin' to hide, girl, come on now
Okay, what do you want from me? What do you need?
I'm only a human, baby, and we all bleed
Never live with vices or destroy with greed
I'm a man with pride, I won't beg or plead
Just ask, what do you want from me?
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Okay, what do you want from me? (Uh)
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Ayy check it, ayy yo
Okay, sometimes I fantasize about life then I analyze
The missin' pieces, this written thesis, I can't advise
Improper inner circles, gotta sanitize
I clean house 'cause some only like to vandalize
Plottin' on your downfall although I plan to rise
Life's your biggest f*ckin' test and this ain't standardized
Quite remedial, the type to see it through
I write for me and you, accomplish shit that isn't feasible
Now what would Jesus do? Fish and bread to the masses
In terms of gettin' head I was the head of my classes
Yin to my yang like the feds and harassment
Everythin' good, my nigga, like why you askin'?
Beware of ulterior motives, deeper desires
My whole catalog, I'm keepin' the fire
My mom still go to work everyday, can't wait 'til she can retire
I keep it real and that's what people admire, they ask
Okay, what do you want from me? What do you need?
I'm only a human, baby, and we all bleed
Never live with vices or destroy with greed
I'm a man with pride, I won't beg or plead
Just ask, what do you want from me?
Is it ever enough? (Uh)
Okay, what do you want from me? (Uh)
Is it ever enough? (Oh)
I'll give you the world, world
I'll give you the world, world
'Cause I'ma keep it G real
I don't f*ck with you, cuz
You disrespected me
You disrespected my hood by tellin' me take off my flag
Askin' how gangsta I was, nigga
You lucky on that day I was actin' cool, cuz
I told you I ain't got time for that, my nigga
Today I got time, cuz
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Dwayne A. Abernathy, Jacob Brian Dutton
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Today
Hold on, uh
I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
I remember them cold nights
Ninth grade, Chief Keef first dropped "Don't Like"
Why the time had to go by?
Eatin' free lunch at the school, used to roll dice
I remember I ain't have shit (I ain't have it)
I was broke as f*ck, put that shit in the past tense (nah, for real)
Check out my Jag' tints (for real)
Had to boss up, nigga can't live average
How the f*ck niggas still broke? (What the f*ck?)
Put it on my men, nigga, put it on my lil' bros
Need a Brazil ho
2003, my cousin taught me how to heel toe
Swear I ain't dance since (for real)
Shit going up, nigga, watch how I transcend
Don't need no damn friends (Hi Level)
Rap shit for grabs and I swear it's gettin' rampant (go)
Uh, I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
Yeah, sun gon' shine today
Ain't no kids cryin' today
He done waste his time, too late
I see he tryna contemplate
Mansion with a top-notch Playboy Bunny lookin' bitch
See-through lingerie (ooh)
Mmm, I could pay a crumb for play
Might bust a few rhymes today
Mmm, mmm, hey, hey
Spinnin' it like you tryna race, hey
Mmm, drippin' feng shui, yeah
Singin' to 'em like Sade, yeah
Mmm, money every Monday
Drinkin' holy water, givin' praise to God like Kanye
Had to take the harder way
Now I'm doin' shows, rockin' New Zealand, me and Cordae
Back in Australia, mate
I done paved a wave, even left them a trail to trace
Police tryna build a case
I'm just thankin' God I ain't stressin' 'bout bills to pay
I ain't havin' nothin' bad to say
Bank account loaded, got a half a mil' cash in the safe
We was gettin' it way back in the day
Now we in the big body Maybach takin' up space
I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
I remember them cold nights
Ninth grade, Chief Keef first dropped "Don't Like"
Why the time had to go by?
Eatin' free lunch at the school, used to roll dice
I remember I ain't have shit (I ain't have it)
I was broke as f*ck, put that shit in the past tense (nah, for real)
Check out my Jag' tints (for real)
Had to boss up, nigga can't live average
How the f*ck niggas still broke? (What the f*ck?)
Put it on my men, nigga, put it on my lil' bros
Need a Brazil ho
2003, my cousin taught me how to heel toe
Swear I ain't dance since (for real)
Shit going up, nigga, watch how I transcend
Don't need no damn friends (Hi Level)
Rap shit for grabs and I swear it's gettin' rampant (go)
Uh, I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
Yeah, sun gon' shine today
Ain't no kids cryin' today
He done waste his time, too late
I see he tryna contemplate
Mansion with a top-notch Playboy Bunny lookin' bitch
See-through lingerie (ooh)
Mmm, I could pay a crumb for play
Might bust a few rhymes today
Mmm, mmm, hey, hey
Spinnin' it like you tryna race, hey
Mmm, drippin' feng shui, yeah
Singin' to 'em like Sade, yeah
Mmm, money every Monday
Drinkin' holy water, givin' praise to God like Kanye
Had to take the harder way
Now I'm doin' shows, rockin' New Zealand, me and Cordae
Back in Australia, mate
I done paved a wave, even left them a trail to trace
Police tryna build a case
I'm just thankin' God I ain't stressin' 'bout bills to pay
I ain't havin' nothin' bad to say
Bank account loaded, got a half a mil' cash in the safe
We was gettin' it way back in the day
Now we in the big body Maybach takin' up space
I don't got the time today
Money on my mind, nigga, I got to grind today
Get that shit andale
Told my brothers, "You ain't gotta worry, I'ma find a way"
Shit gon' line in place
Hopped off the porch too early what my mama say
My card ain't decline today
Sun gon' shine, nigga, sun gon' shine today
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Daniel Hackett, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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"Hello"
Writer: Shiloh Young
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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Coach Carter
Huh, yeah, huh
Ladies and gentlemen uh, huh
Boys and girls, huh
Need y'all to just uh, huh, rock with me
Uh, yeah, uh
I used to dream about a Dodge Charger
Suicide doors, sittin' on 24's
I was tryna find a job, but shit, why bother?
Being broke can make you try harder
Sittin' in the house watchin' Coach Carter
Plottin' on this f*ckin' Cartier, hey
Plus a nigga tryna go farther
I finally arrived and nobody's here, hey
I used to dream about a new Hummer
Back when G.O.O.D. Music dropped Cruel Summer
Back when niggas wondered if I'd do numbers
Check the stats, boy, a nigga doing huge numbers
Got this dime piece suckin' on my cucumber
I ain't doin' too bad for a newcomer
This life shit gave me scars with a bruise under, hm
Certain shit will make you wonder (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But that's a part of the game we call life, love is hard to attain
My lil' brother drive a Jeep and I just bought him a chain
A real nigga what I'm is and what I always remain
But this bitch temptation keep callin' my name
I wrote this song in LA, I was driving my Benz
Thinking 'bout this road I'm on to acquiring ends
I'm a f*ckin' outlier, I retire these trends
Niggas told me I was stupid just for hiring friends
I used to dream about a Dodge Charger
Suicide doors, sittin' on 24's
I was tryna find a job, but shit, why bother?
Being broke can make you try harder
Sittin' in the house watchin' Coach Carter
Plottin' on this f*ckin' Cartier, hey
Plus a nigga tryna go farther
I finally arrived and nobody's here, hey
Okay
Listen to these proverbs, the odd words we call rap music
That took me all across the globe, watch people react to it
Big in self imagination, couldn't fathom elation
And describe it with words, so I go illustrate it
Illustrious rhymin' career, for which my rhymes are revered
Clear signs of alignment shows my timing is near
We all here for an assignment, severals souls that are migrant
Simply vessels in this climate, solitary confinement
I break free every time that I wake
My fate bleeds and create seeds that eventually blossom to trees
Getting rid of all the extra shit I thought I would need
I put your head on the swivel, wear my heart on the sleeve
But just breathe, the simple exercise can even rectify
Our greatest sins, although my days won't end next to God
I atone for all of my wrongs throughout songs
But let him who is without sin go cast the first stone, motherf*cker
I used to dream about a Dodge Charger
Suicide doors, sittin' on 24's
I was tryna find a job, but shit, why bother?
Being broke can make you try harder
Sittin' in the house watchin' Coach Carter
Plottin' on this f*ckin' Cartier, hey
Plus a nigga tryna go farther
I finally arrived and nobody's here, hey (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ladies and gentlemen uh, huh
Boys and girls, huh
Need y'all to just uh, huh, rock with me
Uh, yeah, uh
I used to dream about a Dodge Charger
Suicide doors, sittin' on 24's
I was tryna find a job, but shit, why bother?
Being broke can make you try harder
Sittin' in the house watchin' Coach Carter
Plottin' on this f*ckin' Cartier, hey
Plus a nigga tryna go farther
I finally arrived and nobody's here, hey
I used to dream about a new Hummer
Back when G.O.O.D. Music dropped Cruel Summer
Back when niggas wondered if I'd do numbers
Check the stats, boy, a nigga doing huge numbers
Got this dime piece suckin' on my cucumber
I ain't doin' too bad for a newcomer
This life shit gave me scars with a bruise under, hm
Certain shit will make you wonder (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But that's a part of the game we call life, love is hard to attain
My lil' brother drive a Jeep and I just bought him a chain
A real nigga what I'm is and what I always remain
But this bitch temptation keep callin' my name
I wrote this song in LA, I was driving my Benz
Thinking 'bout this road I'm on to acquiring ends
I'm a f*ckin' outlier, I retire these trends
Niggas told me I was stupid just for hiring friends
I used to dream about a Dodge Charger
Suicide doors, sittin' on 24's
I was tryna find a job, but shit, why bother?
Being broke can make you try harder
Sittin' in the house watchin' Coach Carter
Plottin' on this f*ckin' Cartier, hey
Plus a nigga tryna go farther
I finally arrived and nobody's here, hey
Okay
Listen to these proverbs, the odd words we call rap music
That took me all across the globe, watch people react to it
Big in self imagination, couldn't fathom elation
And describe it with words, so I go illustrate it
Illustrious rhymin' career, for which my rhymes are revered
Clear signs of alignment shows my timing is near
We all here for an assignment, severals souls that are migrant
Simply vessels in this climate, solitary confinement
I break free every time that I wake
My fate bleeds and create seeds that eventually blossom to trees
Getting rid of all the extra shit I thought I would need
I put your head on the swivel, wear my heart on the sleeve
But just breathe, the simple exercise can even rectify
Our greatest sins, although my days won't end next to God
I atone for all of my wrongs throughout songs
But let him who is without sin go cast the first stone, motherf*cker
I used to dream about a Dodge Charger
Suicide doors, sittin' on 24's
I was tryna find a job, but shit, why bother?
Being broke can make you try harder
Sittin' in the house watchin' Coach Carter
Plottin' on this f*ckin' Cartier, hey
Plus a nigga tryna go farther
I finally arrived and nobody's here, hey (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Sinister
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends, my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
Let's reflect times, I try to collect minds from complex rhymes
And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the f*ck up, just let me talk, nigga (shut the f*ck up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off, nigga
Quite nuclear, amazing what fame could do to ya
Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Renaissance starter
My mind divine, this shit take me a lot farther
Growing up, shit, I really had beef with my father
But why bother explaining my feelings?
Try harder but either way, they gon' paint you the villain
Eight months with no phone, dawg, we aiming for brilliance
Hi-Level maintain in the building, nigga, we making a killing
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him
Keep your mouth shut 'cause niggas got ultimatums (yeah)
Stupid situations the tongue often creates them (yeah)
The motor mouth nigga is usually causing mayhem
Lil' Tune, flow sinister, I'ma finish ya
Many men gon' need ministers, I made men of them
Enemies, I'm the enema, I'ma shit on them
Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work
My thoughts I keep confidential or it's consequential
Our philosophies unidentical, I'm not into ya
My Siamese brother Benjamin, it's how I stick to him
These diamond Bs all VVs, I call em' Vivica
Skatin' underneath a bridge, stay hustling as it is
Make money, feed the kids, ain't nothing in the fridge
Wake up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
Stay muddy 'til the lid, eight hundred, eat a dick
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (yeah)
This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (yeah)
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Huh, yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Never lied in my rhymes, you can go ask Jennifer
That's my mom's name, I create and find change
My mindframe ensured that forever I reign, motherf*cker
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends, my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
Let's reflect times, I try to collect minds from complex rhymes
And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the f*ck up, just let me talk, nigga (shut the f*ck up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off, nigga
Quite nuclear, amazing what fame could do to ya
Too peculiar, although I'm truly a Renaissance starter
My mind divine, this shit take me a lot farther
Growing up, shit, I really had beef with my father
But why bother explaining my feelings?
Try harder but either way, they gon' paint you the villain
Eight months with no phone, dawg, we aiming for brilliance
Hi-Level maintain in the building, nigga, we making a killing
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
This ain't rap music, this straight literature
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
A wise man told me that silence never betrayed him
Keep your mouth shut 'cause niggas got ultimatums (yeah)
Stupid situations the tongue often creates them (yeah)
The motor mouth nigga is usually causing mayhem
Lil' Tune, flow sinister, I'ma finish ya
Many men gon' need ministers, I made men of them
Enemies, I'm the enema, I'ma shit on them
Just like my keys, drop my genitals on her dental work
My thoughts I keep confidential or it's consequential
Our philosophies unidentical, I'm not into ya
My Siamese brother Benjamin, it's how I stick to him
These diamond Bs all VVs, I call em' Vivica
Skatin' underneath a bridge, stay hustling as it is
Make money, feed the kids, ain't nothing in the fridge
Wake up, repeat the sins, eight blunts, I needed ten
Stay muddy 'til the lid, eight hundred, eat a dick
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (yeah)
This ain't rap music, this straight literature (Mula)
Small minded nigga, all your ideas miniature (yeah)
They tend to hate on you when they can't get rid of ya
I ain't going nowhere, twenty year career minimum
Call Hit-Boy for beats, ask for ten of 'em
I don't follow trends my nigga, I swing the pendulum
If the bitch bag a dipshit, I'm gon' give her some
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Huh, yeah, alright, my flow sinister
Never lied in my rhymes, you can go ask Jennifer
That's my mom's name, I create and find change
My mindframe ensured that forever I reign, motherf*cker
Writer: Chauncey Hollis, Cordae Dunston, Dwayne Carter, Rafeal X Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chronicles
Yeah, uh-huh
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (mmm)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious (hey)
Hit up Eliantte for that diamond necklace (hey)
Tell me you don't need shit, girl, and I'll respect it (ooh)
I'm on the road too much, shit kinda hectic
Telling you what's on my mind, don't use my thoughts as leverage (hey, huh)
I been travelin' 'round these crossroads (hey)
Gotta compromise some shit but that's a small toll (hey)
Crazy when we first met, we was lost souls
But I know I gotta grow
I lace my bitch in the best, give her designer sex
If I f*cked up, I'm sorry, here's fifty racks for the stress
Not easy to impress, always wonder what's next
I go as deep as I can and make her shake like Tourettes
Then say love is no miracle and lust ain't no thing
But trust is something you should know
But we both been through pain
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (mmm)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious (yeah, yeah)
I just need love, I need someone to give me more perspective (give me more)
You on your grind just hopin', call me when you get a second (yeah)
Yeah, I don't need no lectures, baby, I just need your presence
And I promise I'm gon' stay no matter where we left it
Time and effort, I just need time and effort
Temptations in my past, yeah, all the times I was tested
You wanna go but just make sure that we stay connected
I know you solid, so I promise you that I'm invested
Love is so beautiful, lust is your skill, yeah
Trust is something you should know
If we both feel the same, yeah
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (yeah)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it (yeah)
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious
Richard Mille the three-sixty 'cause you been real with me three-sixty (ooh)
Street nigga buy all drugs but you made a nigga buy you new titties (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I made room, I care to make you love me, not make Shade Room (Shade Room)
Ain't scared to say I love you, but to be honest, you can't leave soon, ain't worth it
I tried, you tell me I spend my time with all my guys
Knowing we don't spend time
I say I'ma stop but I still do
These gon' be the same ones that's gon' kill for you (kill, oh-oh-oh)
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (yeah)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it (yeah)
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it
Told you once, told you twice that I'm indebted
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious
Diamond necklace, don't need no diamond necklace
Respect it
I'm on the go
Don't waste no time
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (mmm)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious (hey)
Hit up Eliantte for that diamond necklace (hey)
Tell me you don't need shit, girl, and I'll respect it (ooh)
I'm on the road too much, shit kinda hectic
Telling you what's on my mind, don't use my thoughts as leverage (hey, huh)
I been travelin' 'round these crossroads (hey)
Gotta compromise some shit but that's a small toll (hey)
Crazy when we first met, we was lost souls
But I know I gotta grow
I lace my bitch in the best, give her designer sex
If I f*cked up, I'm sorry, here's fifty racks for the stress
Not easy to impress, always wonder what's next
I go as deep as I can and make her shake like Tourettes
Then say love is no miracle and lust ain't no thing
But trust is something you should know
But we both been through pain
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (mmm)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious (yeah, yeah)
I just need love, I need someone to give me more perspective (give me more)
You on your grind just hopin', call me when you get a second (yeah)
Yeah, I don't need no lectures, baby, I just need your presence
And I promise I'm gon' stay no matter where we left it
Time and effort, I just need time and effort
Temptations in my past, yeah, all the times I was tested
You wanna go but just make sure that we stay connected
I know you solid, so I promise you that I'm invested
Love is so beautiful, lust is your skill, yeah
Trust is something you should know
If we both feel the same, yeah
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (yeah)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it (yeah)
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious
Richard Mille the three-sixty 'cause you been real with me three-sixty (ooh)
Street nigga buy all drugs but you made a nigga buy you new titties (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I made room, I care to make you love me, not make Shade Room (Shade Room)
Ain't scared to say I love you, but to be honest, you can't leave soon, ain't worth it
I tried, you tell me I spend my time with all my guys
Knowing we don't spend time
I say I'ma stop but I still do
These gon' be the same ones that's gon' kill for you (kill, oh-oh-oh)
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed (yeah)
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it (yeah)
Told you once, tell you twice that I'm indebted, huh
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious
I'm on this road, and I'm not sure where my heart is headed
And if you left me now, I know how far I'd regret it
Told you once, told you twice that I'm indebted
But I can't waste no time, you know my time is precious
Diamond necklace, don't need no diamond necklace
Respect it
I'm on the go
Don't waste no time
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Durk Banks, Gabriella Wilson, Matthew Samuels, Milos Angelov, Tahrence Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Champagne Glasses
Uh, okay
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)
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
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)
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 think about
How long this rap shit gon' last us (yeah, yeah)
Okay
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
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)
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
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)
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 think about
How long this rap shit gon' last us (yeah, yeah)
Okay
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
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Fredrick Tipton, Stevie Wonder
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Westlake Highs
Uh, yeah
You know, um
I just wanna apologize, um, in advance, really
For all of my mistakes that I'm I'm bound to make
That I've made in the past, though
No human is is perfect and I'm not tryna be, either
Yeah, alright
If only Father Time had the patience of Mother Nature
If only I was wiser when I first discovered paper
If only Martin Luther never stayed at the Lorraine Hotel
Should he still be alive and well
Shout out my nigga Yo Gotti, that's my Memphis connect
He always put his niggas on and so I give him respect
My right wrist Audemars, left wrist a Patek
F*ck a aux cord, nigga, throw that shit in, cassette tape
I went to Westlake High where death rates rise
And some people go on to waste the rest they lives
I go back every now and then to check they vibes
The rest of my classmates workin' tech-based jobs
I just bought a Range Rover and did a song with Nas
In the belly of the beast where the strong survive
Tryna move past the lows and prolong the highs, huh
But still I rise, yeah
You know, uh
It's times like this in life, where
You just gotta relish in the moment, and then
And cherish these moments, dawg, 'cause, like
I made it, man, and, um
It's not like it's a surprise or anything
But I'm just gon' live in this moment
And be present at this time, though
I'ma be doin' this music shit at the absolute highest level
For a long-ass time, man, as long as I want to
And, um, that's all I try to do, man, is
Give y'all my life and everything from a bird's-eye view
Though you must remember that the mantra
The way of life is always, huh
Everything high-level
And, and, also, um
I wanna dedicate this album to my grandmother
My late grandmother, God rest her soul
Janet Dunston
Um, she was on my last album singin' interludes, dawg, and, uh
Man, I miss that woman so much
But, um, I'ma be here for a long time, man
As long as I wanna do this shit
Everything high-level
You know, um
I just wanna apologize, um, in advance, really
For all of my mistakes that I'm I'm bound to make
That I've made in the past, though
No human is is perfect and I'm not tryna be, either
Yeah, alright
If only Father Time had the patience of Mother Nature
If only I was wiser when I first discovered paper
If only Martin Luther never stayed at the Lorraine Hotel
Should he still be alive and well
Shout out my nigga Yo Gotti, that's my Memphis connect
He always put his niggas on and so I give him respect
My right wrist Audemars, left wrist a Patek
F*ck a aux cord, nigga, throw that shit in, cassette tape
I went to Westlake High where death rates rise
And some people go on to waste the rest they lives
I go back every now and then to check they vibes
The rest of my classmates workin' tech-based jobs
I just bought a Range Rover and did a song with Nas
In the belly of the beast where the strong survive
Tryna move past the lows and prolong the highs, huh
But still I rise, yeah
You know, uh
It's times like this in life, where
You just gotta relish in the moment, and then
And cherish these moments, dawg, 'cause, like
I made it, man, and, um
It's not like it's a surprise or anything
But I'm just gon' live in this moment
And be present at this time, though
I'ma be doin' this music shit at the absolute highest level
For a long-ass time, man, as long as I want to
And, um, that's all I try to do, man, is
Give y'all my life and everything from a bird's-eye view
Though you must remember that the mantra
The way of life is always, huh
Everything high-level
And, and, also, um
I wanna dedicate this album to my grandmother
My late grandmother, God rest her soul
Janet Dunston
Um, she was on my last album singin' interludes, dawg, and, uh
Man, I miss that woman so much
But, um, I'ma be here for a long time, man
As long as I wanna do this shit
Everything high-level
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Daniel Anwar Hackett, George Kerr, Matthew Spatola, Shola Fagbemi
Copyright: Lyrics © PHILERZY ENTERTAINMENT, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © PHILERZY ENTERTAINMENT, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Parables (Remix)
Gotta ride with 'em, ride with 'em
Ride with 'em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em
Ride with 'em, whoa, we could, whoa, whoa, whoa
I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
Check it out, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Nigga, I'm thinkin' we could fight with 'em, ride
Yeah, uh, yeah
Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright
Protect your energy from poison when the python strike
My first mistake was doin' robberies on Nikon bikes
Watch my moves and I'ma show you what a icon like
Y'all let bygones be bygones, right?
Nigga, f*ck your truce, bust your move
And if that nigga touch your shoes
You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga
I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em
Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs
Nigga, f*ck that early bird, nigga
I'ma get this motherf*ckin' chicken
And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga
We can f*ckin' solve it, on my mama, nigga
I just been itchin' to prove myself
I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself
Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself
They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon' tell
But listen
I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had the drop a nigga rank
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan
I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close
Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe
And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road
A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin'
Instead, when I got bread, broke it with bredren
Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran
Made a couple dollars from come ups, my niggas flexin'
Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections
Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school
Give a f*ck about your shade room when I had made room
For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm'
Had to bring the motherf*ckin' swang on 'em
I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em
That Lamb' truck got a full tank on 'em
But, a nigga better not look at me wrong
It's certain shit that I can say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga
I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had the drop a nigga rank
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan
I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
Ride with 'em, roll with the, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tell 'em, "Ride with 'em," we could ride with 'em
Ride with 'em, whoa, we could, whoa, whoa, whoa
I tell the odd, gotcha, odd, getcha, woo, what
Check it out, nigga, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Nigga, I'm thinkin' we could fight with 'em, ride
Yeah, uh, yeah
Done seen some shit within my lifetime, my light shine bright
Protect your energy from poison when the python strike
My first mistake was doin' robberies on Nikon bikes
Watch my moves and I'ma show you what a icon like
Y'all let bygones be bygones, right?
Nigga, f*ck your truce, bust your move
And if that nigga touch your shoes
You better blast on 'em and on my mama, nigga
I'ma get that cash on 'em, hunnid on the dash on 'em
Swerve, born from the trench, you from the 'burbs
Nigga, f*ck that early bird, nigga
I'ma get this motherf*ckin' chicken
And if a nigga ever got a problem, nigga
We can f*ckin' solve it, on my mama, nigga
I just been itchin' to prove myself
I just pray throughout the struggle I don't lose myself
Glock, no safety, Plaxico, I might shoot myself
They catchin' bullets like two Odells, and, nigga, you gon' tell
But listen
I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had the drop a nigga rank
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan
I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
First and foremost, for every door that's opened, a door close
Beat a nigga, take his Bordeauxs, upgrade my wardrobe
And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road
A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin'
Instead, when I got bread, broke it with bredren
Eyes open, leave the house, move like a veteran
Made a couple dollars from come ups, my niggas flexin'
Nigga got a problem, then I can make some corrections
Okay, cool, still with the same niggas since grade school
Give a f*ck about your shade room when I had made room
For everybody on that late moon, and word to Rae Sremm'
Had to bring the motherf*ckin' swang on 'em
I ain't even wanna have to blank on 'em
That Lamb' truck got a full tank on 'em
But, a nigga better not look at me wrong
It's certain shit that I can say on this song, but let me tell you, nigga
I can tell you 'bout the time was goin' hard up in the paint
And I can tell you shit the other niggas can't, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had the drop a nigga rank
And I can tell you shit I did up off the drank, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I signed a deal for twenty bands
And used that shit to get my brother out the can, lemme tell you
I can tell you 'bout the time I had a penny and a plan
I can tell you shit, but you won't understand, lemme tell you, nigga
Writer: Carl McCormick, Cordae Dunston, Daniel Anwar Hackett, Dylan Ismael Teixeria
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Gifted
Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Livin' every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know that I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the Wi-Fi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voila"
I told niggas that I would make it they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
See, I was twelve years with the Tommy fit
Fifteen, crankin' "Bobby Bitch"
I was seventeen years on this earth, when I popped a Perc, made my body itch
Need a pound to blow, when I'm drownin' slow, I was down below
Word to Roddy Ricch, we was slap boxin', no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference with a lot of shit
And my grandma got a lot of kids
Bought whips for 'em, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth, and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, nigga, this the shit that I asked for
'Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my mama cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandmama a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
And no credit check, straight Cash Card
Nigga, no stress, I progress
That's Mos Def, like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don't do no façade
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the Wi-Fi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voila"
I told niggas that I would make it they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Livin' every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know that I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the Wi-Fi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voila"
I told niggas that I would make it they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Livin' every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know that I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the Wi-Fi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voila"
I told niggas that I would make it they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
See, I was twelve years with the Tommy fit
Fifteen, crankin' "Bobby Bitch"
I was seventeen years on this earth, when I popped a Perc, made my body itch
Need a pound to blow, when I'm drownin' slow, I was down below
Word to Roddy Ricch, we was slap boxin', no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference with a lot of shit
And my grandma got a lot of kids
Bought whips for 'em, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth, and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, nigga, this the shit that I asked for
'Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my mama cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandmama a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
And no credit check, straight Cash Card
Nigga, no stress, I progress
That's Mos Def, like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don't do no façade
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the Wi-Fi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voila"
I told niggas that I would make it they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Livin' out my dream, my life is different (different)
If I want it, then I'ma get it (get it)
Livin' every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know that I'm gifted (ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (ahh-ahh-ahh)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the Wi-Fi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, "Voila"
I told niggas that I would make it they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might eat up off your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Writer: Cordae Dunston, Rodrick Moore, Tarron Crayton, Daniel Hackett, Anthony Clemons, Uforo Ebong, Raymond Komba
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
From a Birds Eye View is the second studio album by American rapper Cordae. It was released through Atlantic Records and Art@War on January 14, 2022.
The album features guest appearances from Gunna, Lil Wayne, H.E.R., Lil Durk, Freddie Gibbs, Stevie Wonder, Eminem, and Roddy Ricch.
Performed By:
CordaeThe album features guest appearances from Gunna, Lil Wayne, H.E.R., Lil Durk, Freddie Gibbs, Stevie Wonder, Eminem, and Roddy Ricch.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): 1Mind, Audi, Beat Butcha, Boi-1da, BongoByTheWay, Cardiak, Cordae, Daoud, Hit-Boy, Hollywood Cole, Jake One, Jenius, Kid Culture, Matty Spats, Don Mills, Nami, Nils, Sholz, Sool Got Hits, Jack Uriah, Vinylz
Length: 41:36
Released: January 14th, 2022
Year: 2022