Intro
(Shit hit different man
We done shed blood sweat and tears for this shit man
I don’t even know what to say anymore man)
(Chorus)
We just young rich niggas
More champagne and more glory
The 44. Came with war stories
In my rocks right behind the car tyre of the four storey, I swear the cats will got to war for me
(Uh)
I spit that realness, your probably gonna wanna call Corey
I walk out the booth my paws gory
I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood nigga sorty, a first class stamp my authority
(Verse 1)
Put the bine all together it’s like a scene from the matrix
50 shot banana for the ape shit
I never failed school and the streets try and test me but I aced it
I just wear my scars like a bracelet (urgh)
I’m getting older now, ticked off my bucket list and scraped it
Hit your favourite model never chased it (scratched it)
I’m at the telly with a helipad just cooling in some asics
Wine tasting having great sips
It’s by the crotch or the pocket no safety that’s safest
The nina make believers out of atheists (shoot)
You ain’t done it round the corner mummy picking up the crayfish
And still made it home to taste it
I go in the booth and go invisible
They can’t see me I done reached another pinnacle (I’m missing)
Get you waxed like a piñata sitting on a little stool, the ‘matic from a scouser out in Liverpool
(Chorus)
We just young rich niggas
More champagne and more glory
The 44. Came with war stories
In my rocks right behind the car tyre of the four storey, I swear the cats will got to war for me
(Uh)
I spit that realness, your probably gonna wanna call Corey
I walk out the booth my paws gory
I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood nigga sorty, a first class stamp my authority
(Verse 2)
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks he got an old bladder
The baby K will make bone shatter
You might have been a top dog back when but it don’t matter
To grave diggers or the soul catchers
YT and Tiny Test they’re my guys from the old manor
Old soul I talk with old grammar
Take my hat off when I see the bigger bros I always show manners
Their hammers blew like oh nah nah
I’m rocking… while I’m counting up the new balance
Always looking for a new challenge
The way my core fans love me would have thought I was a new talent
My new shawty is a true talent
I bring the diamonds out in all torrential weather make it change there
Them niggas baby this is day care
I drag the metal out in all types of terrain and make it rain there (Brrr)
You getting slain like a reined
(Chorus)
We just young rich niggas
More champagne and more glory
The 44. Came with war stories
In my rocks right behind the car tyre of the four storey, I swear the cats will got to war for me
(Uh)
I spit that realness, your probably gonna wanna call Corey
I walk out the booth my paws gory
I spin my truck looking sporty through the hood nigga sorty, a first class stamp my authority