[Pharrell]
Theres a rainbow everywhere depending on where you stand
Whether the dashboard a yay or the walls a hundred grand each
Double r interior tan, outside is peach
Oh you tryna make a deal out in golden beach
Or the florida keys ducking the florida dâs
But you only end up with bricks and sand
I know niggas that run from their shadows like peter pan
Running like itâs a nike commercial but heâs the man
What they donât like on site he murk like heâs the clan
8 balls the size of baseballs like jeterâs hand
It fecal famâ, yeah itâs the shit
Zip ya face up when skateboard is on the script
Catch me in the gap v with some bbc trunks
Flip flops sipping on cream like its punch
I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front
Bending over like she just puffed bustaâs blunt
I told yâall muthaf-ckas once, i think iâm hungry
Finna eat yaâll niggas lunch
Yaâll niggas cunts, iâm from the commonwealth
Where wealth aint common
When niggas roll around with chrome solvers looking for problems
Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll
Arthritic fingers niggas bang when they stroll
Trading in the hats for the cane and the gold
The golds for the chain and the cane was on swole
Ayo tip get these pion niggas told
Still stand tall when it all falls down
Whether hollywood hills or a one horse town
You should know better, thereâs no better than these four letters
More than ever niggas want me dead
Cause they starving and iâm getting fed
But f-ck âem anyway
Iâd rather be me on my worst day than to be a sucka nigga on his Birthday
All cake no candles, just a living example
Ten toes down all out no sandals
Godfather, a young marlon brando
Let me make sure they understand yo
Here ye, here ye, you wise you fear me
Real niggas on they shine, much obliged, merci!
Everybody wanna criticise him âbout how bad he ended up
Look how bad he coulda been
I coulda caught a body sold a brick to somebody
Who volunteered my information to the federales
I made it outta all of that like i aint gon be proud of that
So petty shit, you sticking to me, gimme all you got of that
Doing this for all my niggas
Who âbout to go to prison and let a nigga kill âem
So we leaving this po snub nose in his denim
Trap or death is waiting round the corners that he been in
On bended knee, god forgive us, weâve been sinning
In our defence, look at the options weâve been given
Laying in the prison cell staring at the ceiling
Back in this bitch again, i guess they werenât bullshittinâ huh
Still wonder where it all went wrong
Since phil got killed i aint never moved on
Like iâm still in the club where the blows got thrown
When my crown fell down and i got dethroned
Bunch of niggas around but i feel all alone
Like a piece of me is missinâ, guess it never came home
Probably died in a van when it all hit the fan
Save the life of a friend we donât all get the chance
Now here i stand with blood on my hands trying hard to explain so hiâ Mom understand
I done fought for the loss for the soul of a man
Only soldiers know how thatâll take a toll on a man
Burdens on the world of my shoulders: heavy
Visibly composed, my emotions buried
Scary, so if i pop a pill, smoke a blunt or take a shot
Yaâll let a niggga live
Still baffled how my life unravelled
In the meantime time just travelled
Canât see behind the walls of my castle
Opinionated pions son but who asked you
I tell you what you do
Take ya two cents
Kick rocks to a fountain pitching to make a wish
Shit, if wishes had wings, theyâd all make it to heaven
And weâd all be kings
If wishes had wings, theyâd all make it to heaven
And weâd all be kings
- :
- Dope (Single)
- Us Or Else
- Paperwork
- No Mediocre (Single)
- Underrated
- Wit Me (Single)
- Hustle Gang
- Can’t Kill the King
- Trouble Man
- Fuck Da City Up (Mixtape)
- Love This Life (Single)
- Trouble Man: Heavy Is The Head
- Go Get It (Single)
- The King Is Coming
- 11 Months And One Day
- Sorry (Single)
- Total Club Hits 2
- Here Ye, Hear Ye (Single)
- Paper Trail
- Trap Muzik