LYRICS
作词 : Michael Len Williams ll/A. Hogan/S. Gloade/J. Cole
作曲 : Michael Len Williams ll/A. Hogan/S. Gloade/J. Cole
[Intro]
Damn (I know, I know)
T, T, T, T, T, T (Nigga, I know, I'm just sayin')
T, T, T, T, T (I should've told him)
Yeah, yeah
T, T, T, T
EarDrummers
[Chorus]
Yeah, I don't got no problems
Only opportunities for growth
Life is a what? **** a missionary, squeeze her throat
I'm in the cut, cookin' up a hunnid keys of dope
On the way, make the federals seize the boat
[Verse]
T, T, shout to Lionel Messi, he's the G.O.A.T
Only started watchin' weeks ago
Why they never told me soccer was lit?
Thought it was only for crackers and shit
Taught me to dribble the rock, and that's it
Compared to what that boy is 'bout to be gettin'
These rappin' ass niggas is not even rich
Why they done put that lil' bitch in the hood?
Why they go smash that lil' girl in the wood?
Why they tryna cancel a nigga like me?
I would think they could see my intentions was good
Been a long time since my mentions was good
I need to catch up on Richard and Morty
Last night this hater try walk in my section
Lowkey I miss givin' dick to his shorty
Don't blow it up, this is just a recordin'
My mind's like a crime scene, and I'm just reportin'
Sometime I feel like ain't shit left to say
When I'm ten projects in and now I'm over forty
Maybe I told every story
Maybe they don't wanna hear me no more
**** them lil' sympathy GRAMMYs
You niggas try hear me, bitch, don't even with me no more
Put me right back on that list that had Pac and Biggie, Bob Marley, Snoop Dogg and The LOX
And niggas like that who ain't never get props
I'm watchin' this Vlad interview with Yung Joc
He talkin', explainin' his fallout with Block
Someone call my phone, so the video stops
I let it ring out, dawg, it don't make no sense
I never pick up, can't these niggas take hints?
Stop hittin' me please, I don't wanna be friends
I barely hang out with the ones that I have
Can't go to the club and chase bitches no more
Once that went away, then what did we have?
I don't want a record company style
I'm an artist, not a boss, you know
People love to take the credit for wins
Quick to blame you for the losses though
KG with the Boston trophies screamin' "Anything is possible"
Paul Pierce if you're talkin' though, I'm all ears like I'm [?]
Please don't misconstrue that shit that I said
Sometimes gettin' older's hard you know
Still a rider when it comes to my dawg
**** 'em all, we the Paw Patrol, Paw Patrol, ha-ha
Niggas fake ballin' like the Harlem Globe-trotter
Talkin' dollars, stop it bro
I done seen a lot of frauds before
Sam Bankman-Fried, say I'm make believe
Bet I want some bread, ham, egg and cheese
Thought that was his bitch, can't wait to see
He let her off the leash, she ran straight to me
Wham-bam, thank you man, take it ease'
Niggas swear they hard, 'til the stick is in your yard
Like a nigga damn rackin' leaves
Everybody gang, man, take a seat
Complicated deaths
I'm a grown man, ain't gon' be no secret handshakes with me
How I look take time winnin' that shit
I promise there's way too much money to get
I promise there's way too much money to get
[Chorus]
Only opportunities for growth
Life is a what? **** a missionary, squeeze her throat
I'm in the cut, cookin' up a hunnid keys of dope
On the way, make the federals seize the boat
[Outro]
T, T, T, T, T, T, T, T
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