Civil Rights

[Intro: Jim Jones]

Doggin' this Ferrari

Up-top nigga, kick it down south

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

I should make an IG page for all the drops that I drove, uh

Politickin' at the Copper Cove (Get Rugs for me)

Makin' jokes like, "Ever want flowers, nigga? I'll cop the Rolls" (You see the stars)

I was just whippin' up them chickens all on top the stove (That pollo)

At sixteen on the scene, lil' nigga with his Glock exposed (Grrah)

I should make an IG page for all the drops I drove (What I'ma name it?)

Eatin' breakfast on the yacht, got on my Versace robe (Blueberry pancakes)

I could've brought the plain jane, nigga, but I got it froze (That blinds 'еm)

Got these boogers in my еar just like I got a snotty nose (Need a tissue)

I got killers on my main line (Brrt)

I got shooters suitin' up like Reggie Miller when it's game time (Who got high score?)

'Cause I ain't goin' out like no basket case (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)

I got the switchy in my sweats on my elastic waist (Grrt)

Any time I was in Magic City, you know I had it with me (Fact check)

We done had this bitch in NC, back in the days, would bag up with me (Max bomb)

But now we packin' toasts, burnin' stacks of toast (Where T at?)

Any nigga actin' crazy, I'll get you clapped from close (Say cheese, nigga)

[Chorus: Lyrivelli & Jim Jones]

Spendin' so much when we shop, they give us champagne (Where my glass at?)

I got my killers playin' cee-lo on the airplane (Who got the deck?)

Doggin' this Ferrari with my shiesty on (Skrrt)

Shinin' on these niggas like the lights was on (Shinin', shinin')

The way we step, it's like we marchin' for our civil rights (For our rights, yeah)

S 600 Maybach in the hood, we just been livin' life (We just been livin' it up)

Pray for us, we ain't livin' right (Pray for us, Lord)

Pray nobody witnessed what I did tonight (Tonight)

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

I just threw a stack up in Booby Trap (It's like 7K)

With cars like an HBC 'cause all my coupes is black (Who tryna inroad?)

My niggas is dogs, but I'm a don dada like Super Cat (Uh)

Her waist was on slim, but baby girl ass was super fat (Nasty)

I bust the watch, like a buck-fifty across the face (Talk spicy)

I been thinkin' 'bout puttin' "suck my dick" on my Porsche plates (Suck my dick)

My nigga caught twenty for takin' all that raw upstate (I miss him, though)

Last time we spoke, he said, "God is good," I said, "The Lord is great" (Amen)

Niggas wanna be Rico until they get hung with the RICO (Crazy, right?)

Not to mention all the jewelry and the cars that they comin' to repo (Talk of the week, though)

I made a movie last summer, nigga, so this summer's the sequel (Ooh)

That's not to mention I gave you niggas twenty summers of the prequel (Add that up)

We up in Carbone and I got my shorts and my sneakers on (You see me now?)

We in the back blowin' loud like the waitress put the speakers on (Grrt, grrt)

I'm rockin' this truck jewelry, you might think I got a beeper on

I done blew up on these bitches like a nigga was in Vietnam

[Chorus: Lyrivelli]

Spendin' so much when we shop, they give us champagne ('Pagne, 'pagne)

I got my killers playin' cee-lo on the airplane (Airplane)

Doggin' this Ferrari with my shiesty on (Shiesty, shiesty)

Shinin' on these niggas like the lights was on (Shinin', shinin')

The way we step, it's like we marchin' for our civil rights (Civil rights)

S 600 Maybach in the hood, we just been livin' life (Livin' life)

Pray for us, we ain't livin' right (Right)

Pray nobody witnessed what I did tonight (Tonight)