Oh my lord
Damn I love my dawgs
I'm so fucking high
You can call me god
We been boarding flights
I'm so fucking bored
Really do this for these feeling 'n' these encores
They dun want us dead
Like 'em dinosaurs
Got that ancient knowledge
Word to Crazy Horse
Damn my granny dead
But she live within me
Man, this really for children
That fill up these buildings
They grow up so quickly
Word to li'l sissy
I still throw hissy fits
When my fits ain't fuckin wit me
Imma neechie neechie
Got the princess wit me
Aye, aye
Everything peaches when we in my city
Everything peachy like the Georgia state
Here we go
We dem the ones you love to hate
We double up and let 'em know
We the people of the snow
So let 'em know we extra cold
I got carrots in my teeth
Like I'm chewing on some vegetables
With the dip (with the dip)
Get up out your feelings boy
I'm really him (really him)
Get up out your feelings, you know
Everything peaches
(it's peaches, it's peaches)
She told me that I'm him
I'm just saying, that's peaches
Look, fuckin right I'm snotty
Its not for everybody
Who smoke, we smoke, its cloudy
Two shots warm up my body
Still down to paint the town
Lil minay done came to party
See all my family Brown
Word up my neechie Charlie
Hair go down to my waist
Indian car can't pump the brakes, whoa
My life all over the place, whoa
Ain't no saving grace, no
Rock a feather all on my dome
Feel like I'm Kevin Gates, yo
Think I need 2 phones, hmm
Still won't answer babe (fuck sakes!)
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just playin
You I know love you bae
There ain't no Bonnie without Clyde
We double up and get this pay
It's like I've seen it all before
I got Red Future on replay
Too Rez for Hollywood
But now the red carpet look good on me
Everything peachy like the Georgia state
Here we go
We dem the ones you love to hate
We double up and let 'em know
We the people of the snow
So let 'em know we extra cold
I got carrots in my teeth
Ike I'm chewing on some vegetables
With the dip (with the dip)
Get up out your feelings boy
I'm really him (really him)
Get up out your feelings, you know
Everything peaches
(it's peaches, it's peaches)
She told me that I'm him
I'm just saying, that's peaches
I done seen the future and it's
Brown and red (red, red)
I just burned some sweetgrass round my
Pretty little head (on god)
My bros from the Rez
And I'm from the project (projects)
Snotty Nose and Princess
Well it only makes sense (that's right)
I'm not your exotic, not your Pocahontas
Don't need your opinion, it's not what I wanted
So go fuck yourself or run up the comments
I'm up in the mountains away from the drama
I wake up and pray and talk to my mama
I pray by the river and release my trauma
Can't stoop to they level
It's good that I'm conscious
The type of rapport is not in alignment
Princess P
Princess P
I been
Paying it forward, been whippin' a Ford
Been paying for shit I can barely afford
Dis ain't 'bout the money, the fame or awards
We for the children like child support
Rez to the bone, straight from the source
I been on fire, I come with the torch
We need money to live, I get it, of course
They asked if I get it, I get it, of course!
We sellin' dreams in dis bitch for, ya
Big dogs in this bitch! "Hoya"
When it's said 'n' done we end up in the soil
Ya money no good in the grave boy
All we leave behind is our name boy
S'why legacy been so important
I don't want to be buried in Louis V
I wanna be remembered like Jordan
Oof
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