ALMEDA

[Verse 1]

Yeah, something I don't understand (Woo)

I know some guys from the roots of this shit

Who ain't congratulate me on Grammy

Nigga, I thought we was family

That small cut hurt me deep

Like paper cuts on my hand from counting this cheese

But I'm still human that cheddar don't really mean nothing to me

I got feelings, I don't be in 'em

I don't feel blue, this ain't like denim

But I like shorts, that's how I tell them

I address it, and then I move on

Like a mailman, on my two wheel

With the pegs in and the basket, for my baggage

And the gold frame when they tryna paint me as the bad man

[Verse 2]

They'll call you trash 'cause you tried

Same ones they never tried shit in they lives

Niggas will watch you and watch you take shots

And tell you, "you missed" from the side

But that's 'cause they pay attention

And they mouth is gettin' for the mention

Words don't hold no gravity to me

I ain't flyin' in they solar system, listen

Why you shoot your arrow? (Arrow)

And aim it at my head? (Aim it at my head)

All because you scarecrow (Scarecrow)

And you ain't move your legs (You ain't move your legs)

I won't get complacent (Complacent)

And say "it is what it is" (Say that "it is what it is")

Niggas will tell me that I couldn't do something

What did I do? I did

[Verse 3]

They hot, and if I slide in the DM

Probably get a screenshot

These girls and boys, got me all 'noyed (Yeah)

And I'm feeling bigger, man, these niggas on wars

Got my ears to the street, white noise too loud

Got it in the pillow if it's going down

Heater under pillow, knife in the drawer

Niggas like, "what for?", motherfucker, paranoid

I don't trust nobody, not even my mommy

Abracadabra, go ghost on you niggas

And I know that I got it, I don't boast on you niggas

I don't respect y'all, no, I don't toast to you niggas

We don't get the same bread, no, yeah, ho

They gon' get you if I said so, so, there, ho

[Verse 4]

Bitch I got the fuzz like kiwi

Lime Van belt, nigga, I don't do DB

House on the motherfucking hill like a key

You need a hike boot just to see me

Little silk scarf, crazy with the tie

New le FLEUR* dots with the daisy on the side

You can't get 'em, we don't want you in 'em

Better go and get the little swag off Hidden

Y'all be one oakin'

I be French chokin'

Crock on the cardigan, crock on the Cartier

Strap look pink like strawberry marmalade

Had a little (Ting) out in London where we parted ways

'88 Lancia (Vroom), Mandalay

Nigga, I'm gone, (Vroom), andale

Bitch, I get the fuck off like holiday (Haha), ayo

[Verse 5]

I hate the word urban the Grammy's would say (Yeah)

They unplugged that controller like, bitch, I'm not playing (Woo, woo, woo)

I brought all my brothers, I felt like the Wayans

I keep who I fuck on that low like I'm Zayn (Yeah, yeah)

Hit Henry Taylor, might ask him to paint 'em (Yeah)

Slow on that BMX, ride like the phantom (Woo)

Y'all trip they follow, I feel like the mayor

Come back with a warrant, I want all the paper (Paper, nigga)

Been growing my hair out, I don't want it faded

Growing too slow, I've been patiently waiting

Been thinking about transplant like boys feeling daisy

Don't ask 'bout my niggas

Don't ask 'bout my lady

Ask 'bout my status, I don't want it stated

I'm private like prisons

I don't see no ceilings

I get on that stage and the building start flaming

I look in the mirror like "Nigga, we made it"

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[Outro: Solange]

Pour my drank, drank

Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip

Pull that Lac on 'em

Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip

Brown liquor, brown liquor

Brown skin, brown face