Letras
Big mansion, let's draw this shit out Tell Skibo to add a little more square footage
The bedroom gotta have couches its a 124S, outside right in the yard
With a statue and fountain We treat the location like new TVs
The neighborhood gotta be mounted She think my last name Lamar
We can see that she ain't from the Town Send presents inside of the car
Slim waist but I'm keepin' you round I'm thinkin' bout countin' up slow in a jet
Mama ain't seen me get this high We shop in the air, which package to pick up
First? I'm tryin' to decide The only way they can get where I've been at
Is a picture of somethin' you gotta collage it
Some of y'all boys done failed The first chance you had at bein' yourself
You gotta be able to change where you stand in your head when you're not really there
I'm way past the first form of stage zero I'm givin' my fans some help
Could be the next one out of my city, I'm puttin' in work
Could make a million off the last idea that I had, then reinvest back in the first
Could be the man of her dreams She might be the woman I learn
I'm able to see I'll be rich through foresight Could be the reason she ready to turn
Coulda been big, but he went for the whole 360
Ain't sign to Druski Mini Porsches for all of my kids
Incase they wanna be like Pops with a bigger influence
Flip phone inside of my Subies A Billionaire Boy I have not met Pharell
Could never be scared of a nigga My two biggest fears was jail or hell
Could cut the top off of Chevelle The smoke from the tires was leavin' a scent
Learned real-life lessons from fake-ass niggas Who trade out bros for women
He a grown-ass man tryna count my pockets And personal plans, you gotta be kiddin
They lookin' for who killin' all of these beasts Unfortunately, ma, I'm a person of interest
Could put NaNa doors in the guest bathroom
Garage right next to the dining room table You can see what I whip from the kitchen
His lady been tryna lick me all week But I'm too up to pay it attention
Really been actin' like you and me in the same league, man
Where's my goddamn Emmy? To be honest, I need an award
Like a smoker, one grammy for me ain't enough Could fill up the room like a store
They saw all the steps that it took to get here You would stop before reachin' this floor
Like T-Rex arms or some Labar keep it taller than Shaq when the money was short
Play with them racks Play with them racks, put hydraulics all on the TRX
We make the dinosaur twerk Could go out to Greece to search
Tour guide me to the money, lil' bro gotta stay off the pills
He got too excited when I said, it's perks to huntin
I gotta be the next one out of my city, I'm puttin' in work
Could make a million off the last idea that I had Then reinvest back in the first
Could be the man of her dreams Or she might be the woman I learn
I'm able to see I'll be rich through foresight Could be the reason she ready to turn
Big mansion, drawin' shit out If you ain't know the kid when I had drop fade
Fuck, no, can't come in my house We could put VVs on the welcome mat
If you been here before, baby, welcome back I promise you gon' wanna witness this
The instruments, the only thing here got strings attached
Me and my dawgs way far from stage zero Always been myself when the shit pop off
I'm a hometown hero, I'm always thinkin' what it could be, n***a
Cause one day, shit, I'm a be there I hope all of my people can see it
You might as well join this shit You could be MJ, and you still couldn't beat it
I'm just tellin' you what it could be, n***a You ain't focused on what it could be
At the same time, what you got goin' on right now You ain't never gon' be shit
You ain't never gon' be able to do shit I'm teachin' you motivation
This is motivation music This is Nicholas Lamar
This is the Bandade boys Made Made, 4L, 4-7
I see how you do it