The Young Poet & Capital C - We Come In Peace
We be fresh
Lift up our hands
And take a breath
We fresh
Take our demands
Demand respect
We fresh
We UNO
We UFO
We UFO
We come in peace
Two fingers up
For my aliens
Different and unique
And for the streets
Money ain't forever
But forever bout that money
Keep receipts
Me and C's
We from the grease
Two drinkers cup clink
Downing liquor
Working niggas
Don't wanna think
About a
About a
About a a a a a
New job
New bitch
New watch
New wrist
You got
Your pick
Don't change
Your pitch
Just play
Your bid
New car
New whip
Nuisance
Here is
My two cents
You got
Your shot
Don't miss
Money
Just spent
On my
Ascent
New ice
It's fresh
As mint
If I
Gon' die
I'll die
In bliss
I'm good
As new
Who dis
I'm from Texas so I do-si-do
Government
Tryna make sure that we don't see dough
Crazy bout that money think I'm socio
When I need my fix
Another dose of doe
Hitting every high note
Do Si Do
Then I hit a bit of dosidos
Like dos
Got us feeling hi-de-ho
Turn the audio
Higher till I adios
It's the Young Po
If you don't know
Now you know
We fresh
Lift up our hands
And take a breath
We fresh
Take our demands
Demand respect
We fresh
We UNO
We UFO
We UFO
Ayo
Cop me something for a feel
Deuce sign hold it still
In my will I am too trill
Keep it cranking like big wheel
We hear you out here
Biting Hollywood
Like this is Cloverfield
And I'ma keep it real
Like Jordan Peele
Up in the horror film
Am I conflicted
With fighting off all these demons
We in it like fourth dimension
And bitch
I am an alien
My family came in off a boat
That's why
I'm the GOAT
We rolling in peace
On fo'fo's
New walk
New talk
New swag
New bag
Don't get
Toe-tagged
Just think
Whereas
Am I
Bad
When fellas scheming and fiending
Anything bringing the green in
Literally I mean its
New shot
It's rinse
New Glock
Don't miss
Unlock
My whip
My dreams
Right here
Turn to
Nightmares
New block
New bitch
She's bad
As hell
I'm heaven sent
We fresh
We UNO
We UNO
We fresh
We UFO
We UFO
We fresh
I appreciate ya'll coming out
All good things
Got to come to an end though
How y'all like this joint right here
Was it fresh
Was it clean
What y'all think about aliens
Cause sometimes I feel like an alien
But
That's controversial
That's not commercial
We Come In Peace
Its The Young Poet
If you don't know
Now you know
And Capital C
In this bitch motherfucka
We can't thank y'all enough
Written by:
Christian Cardenas, Tyler Wingo
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