Saïk - Umbrellas & Shades Lyrics

Yeah
Aye moe... young fly nigga tryna lay low
Stay out the way, but niggas still hate tho... won't be the day they make me a halo, no
I promised my mama I'd pray mo... stressed but I'm blessed and I'm thankful
The devil was working against me but Daisy was wit me, I know I got angels
They want me to leave, I can't go... I got some soldiers to raise moe
Know that I'm doing my job, my son made a Draco outta his LEGO's
Watching avengers he aimed it at Thanos... ok O, u gon let that thang go?
He nodding his head like yeah, he used to like play-dough, now he don't play tho
Me I'm a boss, call me padrino, I got the sauce, talking like Prego
Shawty a 10, shaped like a 8 tho, smell like a flower, taste like a mango
Draining the pipe, pussy like Draino, so wet had to put on my raincoat
A couple of shots of the Jamo... she might let you slide in it anal, woah

Pleasure and pain... respect or the shame... the check or the fame
The weather gone change... invest in 2 thangs... umbrellas and shades
The pressure insane... it's a hell of a thang... but I never complain
I had heaven to gain... when you destined for king... never settle for slave
It's more than the set that you claim... it's more than just reppin' ya gang...
It's more just flexing for dames... it's more than Pateks and the chains...
The smoking it help with the pain... control the aggression and rage...
I slowly perfected my aim, ain't keep it 100 collecting my change, woah
Invest in 2 thangs, umbrellas and shades...
Ain't keep it 100... collecting my change

Cliff my nigga... I miss my nigga... like shit my nigga
I'm sick my nigga... we all gotta go, but not like this my nigga
I wish my nigga... that I was still wit my nigga...
Lighting up spliffs, and writing up hits and tryna get rich my nigga...uhh
Got damn they killed my man... you could never understand
No folding now, gotta hold it down cause the fam is still the fam
Just pray for healing hands... everyday it's still a chance
To be a better Säk and I'll never stop cause the plan is still the plan...my nigga

Pleasure and pain... respect or the shame... the check or the fame
The weather done changed... invest in 2 thangs... umbrellas and shades
The pressure insane... it's a hell of a thang... but I never complain
You had heaven to gain... you was destined for king... never settled for slave
And Homer the set that you claimed... did more than just rep for ya gang
Did more than just flex on them dames... with the Rollies, Pateks and the chains...
Smoking don't help with this pain... just numbing the stress in my brain
Forever we reppin' ya name, but bro without you, nothing's the same, no...