Late 808

Ah, from mi stand up inna volcano sound

Den mi bun di ganja pipe

Babylon come an tell mi dat naw right

Mi say mi bun it an pass it on da right

Dearly beloved

We are gathered here today

To get through this thing called life

Apply the pressure with the VVS’

Spending tomorrow’s money, I call it mañana

Off the rack just ain’t my style, I call it designer

This hit, that ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold

This one, for them hood girls

Them good girls, straight masterpieces

Stylin’, wilin’

Livin’ it up in the city

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent

Gotta kiss myself I’m so pretty

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do

See a block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked

In her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet

I was broke last week but, today be a new day

That girl is a real crowd pleaser

This is ten percent luck

Twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure

Fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Yeah, we knucking and bucking and ready to fight

She was playin’ hard to get, I read between her lines

Binge watched “Sopranos”, made it all the way to season five

You ain’t heard of me then you should go and get a Blue’s Clue?

Oops! I mean a red clue

Wayne’s here, Soo-woo!

I keep a house full ….., call me Bob Saget

You talkin money, need a hearing aid

You talkin bout me, I don’t see the shade

Switch up my style, I take any lane

I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

With a screwed-up hook that went “stack that cheese”

Somethin’ somethin’ somethin’, “stack that cheese”

Mother, sister, cousin, “stack that cheese”

He couldn’t think of nothin’, “stack that cheese”

He turns down the beat, writer’s block impedes

Crying from the next room, a baby in need

Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep

That, plus a black Cadillac on Ds

Is what keep him on track to be a great MC

Tell ’em the truth and they call you a traitor

Talk to ’em honestly and they call you a hater

Day ‘n’ nite , I toss and turn

I keep stress in my mind, mind

I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain

To join a rage at night, come out and play, play

My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life

Better late than never but never late is better

They tell me time is money, well we’ll spend it together

I’m down for whatever, you just lead the way

We go to dinner you don’t even look at me to pay

Mature women with more than me were the first to tempt me

And Jason had this girl Tammy with a purple Bentley

How she got it I ain’t never get to ask

I just knew that she was fine like a ticket on the dash

Good girls go to heaven

And bad girls go everywhere

And tonight I will love you

And tomorrow you won’t care

God I wanna quit, but I can’t

Cause mother and sister can’t pay the rent

Four stories with storage, I’m 21 with a mortgage

And touring’s paying the bills, life is paying for thrills

I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA

I got hustle though, ambition, flow, inside my DNA

Hey, Mona Lisa

Come home, you know you can’t roam without Caesar

Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these snakes

You see ’em back in the hood, it’s cause I see they’re fake

I brought sand to the beach cause my beach is better

Okay, challenge

Leave your phone unlocked and right side up

Walk out the room without throwin’ your b…. off balance

It’s either on or off, ain’t no in between when it’s valid

You could be anything you wanna be

‘Cept the person you don’t wanna be

See, this weight is on my shoulders, pray Jehovah lift me up

And my pain is never over, pills and potions fix me up

Met her at Coachella

I went to see Jigga, she went to see Z Trip, perfect

I took a seat on the ice cold lawn

She handed me a ice blue bong, whatever

I’m a rockstar

I am Killmonger

No one’s perfect

But no one’s worthless

We ain’t deservin’ of everything Heaven and Earth is

But word is, good, (this is my home)

Said no one’s perfect, but no ones worth this

We ain’t deservin’ of everything heaven and Earth is

But word is, good (Northern California)

No, you’re not imagining, they’re looking at you long stares

Even though she’s standing out she looks like she belongs here

And you are unforgettable

I need to get you alone

I came to get down

So get out your seats and jump around