Late 808

Funk is a force I exert

I used to play a game called “Ring Around the Rosey”

But now I play the mic, that’s why the whole world knows me

Patty cake, patty cake, I’m the baker’s man

I bake them cakes as fast as I can

If every n…. in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged

Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each others crutches

Low self esteem but mom dukes kept me clean

Swayed from Spalding, Paydays and madman drinks

Shantell my princess, she will live to be a queen

And as the moonbeam

Me and my team we’ll be countin’ cream

Don’t tell a lie on me. I won’t tell the truth ’bout you

My pockets snug

They can’t hold my 7

They banned my Visa

My Amex and Mastercards

I got new money

And it’s all cash

I got new bags

And they all collabs

Who’s that peeking in my window?

Stay in my own lane, mind my own business

Kicks game is just rude, don’t get jiu-jitsued

If you at a restaurant and got a iced coffee

And the waiter been refillin’ that without a word of caution

And you get your fuckin’ bill and you can see he double charged ya

For the coffee and you told ’em there’s a problem

Sing along like

Ohh, don’t double charge me for that

Don’t double charge me, we like

Ohh, don’t double charge me for that

Don’t do it to yourself

’cause I might just ask what the ice cube’s worth

What the ice cube’s worth

But, girl, I can’t feel my face

What are we smoking anyway?

She said don’t let the high go to waste

But can you taste a little taste

Sometimes when it’s late at night

And you have no one to talk to

Here’s what you don’, you go through that

Raggedy cell phone ’bout two or three times

Tracy ain’t home, Tina ain’t home

The Love Below start talkin’ to ya

I see pretty girls everywhere I go

Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go

So many colors and sizes, so many surprises

My excuse is that I’m young

Can I? finally take the time and open up to you, Baby?

Cause that’s the side you never get to see

Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals

You were such a habit to call

I ain’t myself at all, had to tell myself, “Naw

She better with some fella with a regular job”

I didn’t wanna get her involved

By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe

Hopped into my car; drove far

Far’s too close and I remember my memory’s no sharp

Butter knife, what a life, anyway

I’m building y’all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?

When I’m lifted, I’m high, with new clothes on, I’m fly

Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks

Money is chips, movies is flicks

Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones

Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones

A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox

Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops

And if you got robbed, you got stuck

Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don’t check bags

I just carry-on, leave that bullsh.. in the past

That’s how it is for me cause I live a boss’ life

Engine, engine, number nine

On the New York transit line

If my train goes off the track

Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up!

Let’s stay together ’til we’re ghosts

I want to witness love, I never seen it close

Yeah, but I guess I gotta find it first

That’s why I’m really going off, fireworks

Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips

Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don’t look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

The American Dream, may you never wake up

In the end they’ll judge me anyway, so whatever

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fightin’ against all odds

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be your girl, you’ll be my man

And I see my future in your eyes

Lighting stog after stog, choke on the smoke

They tell me to quit, don’t listen what I’m told

Help me forget that this world is so cold

I don’t even know what I’m chasin’ no more

I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation

You’re living in the past, it’s a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that’s what I’m gonna do

American hypocrisy, oh, let me count the ways

They came here seekin’ freedom

Then they end up ownin’ slaves

Justified it usin’ Christianity which saves

Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way

Why would I hop in some beef (why?)

When I could just hop in a Porsche?

You heard she gon’ do what from who?

That’s not a reliable source, no

So tell me, have you seen her?

Let me wrap my weave up

I’m the trap Selena

Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh

into your chamber like Freddy enter dream

Discombumberate your technique and your scheme

Four course applause, like a black dat to dat

You’re stuck on stupid like I’m stuck on the map

Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way

The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray

Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray

A glass of ‘ze, make a man Cassius Clay

I’m fearless, now hear this, I’m earless

And I’m peerless, that means I’m eyeless

Which means I’m tearless, which means my iris

Resides where my ears is, which means I’m blinded

Though nothing, will keep us together

We could steal time, just for one day

We can be heroes, forever and ever