RNP - Cordae

It's perfect, okay Mac and cheese up in the oven' grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner' need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making' but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Uh, yeah, yeah) You see I brought you home to mama Introduced you to my cousins Met my aunties and my uncles Know they crazy, they be buggin' but Promise that I got you, didn't bring you here for nothin' Know we fightin', plus the arguments just lead into the fuckin' Though some things never rearrange, I know we needin' change Altogether through a deeper lane, come through, release the pain I can be your ibuprofen, keep it real what I be hopin' Know you see all of it's destined, yeah, our shit was highly chosen By the universe, the stars align, your love is far divine Plus I'm really glad you keep it G, that shit is hard to find Not to mention my intentions was always evolving time Girl, I hope I'm in your future 'cause I know you fall in mine, uh Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making, but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah, yeah) You see I've always been an overthinker I've always been the type to analyze To no surprise that you hold the team up The way this ship was built, there's no way that the loads could sink us A humble shawty, model type, walking Vogue demeanor But anyway, through many days We on the block where Jenny stays Honey baked ham with Henny glaze Abraham inheritance, shawty, we plenty paid Bonnie Clyde high speed chase, a renegade, but Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making, but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah)

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What the fuck, yeah, hold on Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fucking jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pedestal Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole? What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pockеt Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, then I make a deposit I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation I don't do no playin' about it These rappers, they should call me, "Papi" Every lil' thing is exotic I'm with two hoes like a shotty I'm shittin' on these niggas, no potty I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman My thoughts outta pocket I been hidin' from the world The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects (Hold on) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?") Say, "What's up?", watch how I fuck it up, get it back Niggas say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at? Designer rug, alligator my floor mat Bad lil' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey Don't come close, better step back, hey Minor setback for a comeback Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah I been in the slums, givin' all back Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go) Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go) Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)