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Wa-ves... you say waves, I say wa-ves Kaepernick, waddup? I knew they was gonna do that to you But it's all good, though You gotta' stand up for something, know what I'm talking about? Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space Little Debbie crumbs and potato flakes Junkyard food meets 808s Better say your grace Stay your place, play your bass And wait on a upright Right up to them niggas that don't like us Writer, fiber optics on high fiber Move Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain't shit like that" Magnum entendre, rollin' on a rubber Hit Virgin for the album, I was floatin' on the cover I pit my car, they let a lad in I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess Got 'em clothes up the flow and taught 'em how to dress Made a space so they can milk this way Had 'em open up the udders Broken off hat had folks in all colors I wish a nigga would try and open y'all shutters Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt SongtexteAnd red and white chukkas Why you goin' all hard tho? NASCAR star got bars by the carload You know LF won to come out the top But for this ten I'ma just open up the car door [?] Might spit the stash box sequence that I open up the cargo If I break it down to your lil homie, might get a nigga CARTO You ain't gotta worry 'bout ours tho DROGAS Light, DROGAS And I might drop SKULLS as an art show K-dot wants stretch marks I wanna own everything that's west of the best parts KRIT, everything from the legs down Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts Necklace, head heart, go, get set, mark, oh Turn the mics up Like a nigga 'round fight club And the fuzz came through to indict us But it's an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up I be speaking it right But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white Oh Lord I be speaking it right But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white All right, all right, oh Lord But, I'm back to the mentally And it's not about natural ability You would think that Kaep took a shat on the Statue of Liberty God damn It's like we're trapped in a memory Untrue facts where black is an injury It makes we wanna snap, just slap me an enemy Then go into the back and just rap to infinity Fuck, be more like Chance Solo acts be more like bands Adversaries be more like fans BD's and GD's be more like fam I'm just vying for the summer Women lie, men lie And everybody lie about the numbers Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind Is dying from a thumper I know I'm weird but nigga it's real Better to hear it from a nigga like Lu Before you hear it from a nigga like Trump Talking to a nigga like you Oh Lord Turn the mics up Like a nigga 'round fight club And the fuzz came through to indict us But it's an inside job to decrease the supply then turn around and drive all the price up I be speaking it right But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white Oh Lord I be speaking it right But it's hard to believe that people still believe that Jesus is white All right, all right, oh Lord Aus Songtexte Mania