Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Olatunji Ige
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olatunji Ige
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Olatunji Ige
Producer
Sem Pierre
Producer
Ben Pramuk
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Lalalala Lalalala
Lalalala Lalalala
Lalalala Lalalala
Lalalala Lalalala
After the function faded
Hop In my whip get David's (yeah)
Pull up to stu then blaze it
All kinda vibes get naked (yeah)
If you gotta dream then chase it
If it got horses race it (Uhh)
New black city but face it
Living in a states that's racist (Yeah)
I can see Clearer than lasik
Kybella bitch gotta face lift (yeah)
Ass lift new tits same drift but that bitch still a basic (yeah)
And that Glizzy is make shift
That Polymer 8 shit
My young nigga spray shit
Sip wok straight bitch
And we up on scoreboard
Feel like we made it
Cops still shooting
Fiends still shooting (yeah)
I Don't do the looting
But tell me who boosting (Yеah)
They Watching my pockets
Keep on assuming (Yeah)
Hеll hath no fury
Like a black woman fuming
Something Like ya mom finding work in the room
Damn I guess he moving out real soon
She dont wanna lose him
Pick out his tomb
Held him in ya arms fed wit a silver spoon
Charm wearing off as I look in the moon
Air feeling thick as I wrote this in June
Stuck in the crib
Like I'm fresh out the womb
Jump of the porch
But I'm far from a coon
Just left earth
Too much too soon
Audio book cause I don't read the room
Talk my shit it's that Nigga named tune
Black Bruce Wayne hands up like noon
Feel my pain on tracks I zoom
My Ahk need his shot on percs like Boone
I could go pop get ya popped ballons
I could get locked lay you down with a boom
After the function faded
Hop In my whip get David's (yeah)
Pull up to stu then blaze it
All kinda vibes get naked (yeah)
If you gotta dream then chase it
If it got horses race it (Uhh)
New black city but face it
Living in a states that's racist (Yeah)
I can see Clearer than lasic
Kybella bitch gotta face lift (yeah)
Ass lift new tits same drift but that bitch still a basic (yeah)
And that Glizzy is make shift
That Polymer 8 shit
My young nigga spray shit
Sip wok straight bitch
And we up on scoreboard
Feel like we made it
Safe spot pent house no where to found
On the top floor
Higher than Orlando brown
Where the kids on playgrounds Fam carry Tre pounds
Try'd to swag the sauce
But you know it's water down
Living like a king
But you looking for ya crown?
Niggas In the bing doing bids for the town
When a black mans lost they gon put him in gown
Fuck your Boule I got Buku rounds
Me and Lonji at the Il Mulino
Cancel Bitches and I feel like Nino
Long Live Kobe and I'm sippin Vino
Flipping samples and I feel like Preemo
I used to get clowned for just being dark
These woke bitches tryna tear me apart
Im reving it up like I pushed to start
They fucking with me cause I got the Heart
Black.
Writer(s): Olatunji Olutomiwa Ige
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