Bas - Barack Obama Special
Y'all hear the voice, y'all see the name, niggaBiggin' it's Queens
Y'all know everything Barack Obama Special over here
He lets it fly
Juice
This one is dedicated to
My bitch ass neighbors, haha, yeah
'Cause I'm living better now, better now
Bitch I'm living better now
Yeah
I had to move 'cause neighbors so racist
My new crib fly though (sheesh)
Looking like the 4th of July (fiends)
Looking like a frosted gelato
Cool as a chill, Navy Seal, nigga (pew, pew)
Hot as the hills on a field, nigga
Putting in work, fuck how you feel
Buy my family trips, fuck value meals
Only lie to police, I ain't tying your leash
I got higher motif, fuck lying still
I am on a whole 'nother level
Got up out the streets, ran up in the industry
Just to see, that I'm dealing with a whole 'nother devil
Whatever less, smoke buddah, make more Gouda cheese
My whip European but the kid Sudanese
Got a laundry list of niggas with the least of they needs, holy
Them cats is prone to acting phony
Get no action ask the homies, you ain't know?
We miles ahead, the matrimony's dead
No time for fakes, my niggas make mistakes
Heard it all, the commentary's dead
They go to state, don't get no GPA's
Got GTA's the commissary's fed
I pray to God, I call in my request
I tell Him my regrets
I tell nobody else how it feels
I cannot share the stress I'm feeling
(Tell me things, your desires)
I tell nobody else how it feels
I cannot share the stress I'm feeling
I can tell you're apprehensive and I can't ask why
I'm like fireworks in the Baghdad sky
I might be the second coming, I might be the end all
But I keep it coming, 'specially off the Henn', dog
In the end all rivers, lakes, they dry out
But us involved we gon' leave a ocean of salt
Lord, so many loves lost
Let count it with the gloves off, I need more fingers
Cole lingers long in my soul
Got my eyes down but I can't find ground
Ten toes holding the floor, like I'm tied down but I can't find ground
We the same, thought you came from the roots too?
So love ain't love like it used to be
You abstain from the blame if you chose to
But I'ma be here some years so get used to me
(Tell me things, your desires)
I tell nobody else how it feels
I cannot share the stress I'm feeling
'Cause for his new recital he go suicidal
Not me, blue recital, hit the main stage, I'm the coolest I know
How I maintain empty bottles in the silver buckets, say it's luck
Come and spend the day with us
I've been up the past 48, first 48's going great
Forty states in forty in days, got them mawfuckas going crazy
When all they waitin' on is me and I be waitin' on the scene
Bassy
(When you milk, you milk, you can't deny the milk)
(The only way to go is the milky way, my boy)
Written by:
Abbas Hamad, Andy Razaf, Kaleb Rollins, Marc Soto, Ron Gilmore, Thomas Waller
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