Aye

60’s vibes
Shorty with the thicker thighs
Stretch marks
Things that I cannot deny
In my life
Change things around me
But I can’t lie
Danger still surrounds me
When rich niggas park the Lambo
Do cops gotta watch
Or could they watch the road
Questions I ask myself
We live in America where time passes itself

I wear shoes that represent
Straight niggas
I don’t care if they get small percent
They still niggas
Yeezy’s, J’s
Fuck it throw me Baller Brand
I don’t care I don’t care
Trade influence for the cash
They act like these white kids
Won’t elect Kanye ass for the prez
Yasin Bey up for VP
We don’t fuck round wit these streets
One drop top chart
Then you fall from ya peak
Niggas hate niggas wait
But they never never be
Genuinely themselves 
Young nigga please just dell
You should increase yo self
awareness for doe and wealth 
You got me all fucked up dawg
I ain’t even playing round wit you
Aww I might just call up dawg
And I got these Klein on my drawers
I only wear that nigga on my ass
Fuck round wit us
End up losing cash
Cause the secret is
Niggas run the game
Like women run the world
I just gotta get my bank up
for the kids and my girl
Woah ohhhh
Awww oooh
Woooahh woooahh

60’s vibes
Shorty with the thicker thighs
Stretch marks
Things that I cannot deny
In my life
Change things around me
But can’t lie
Danger still surrounds me
When rich niggas park the Lambo
Do cops gotta watch
Or could they watch the road
Questions I ask myself
We live in America where time passes itself

In ’01 my grandma died in my bedroom
In my bed to be exact
I ain’t even tripping off that
I’m kinda mad about the fact
That when we called the ambulance
They brought a wheelchair
Instead of oxygen 
Awwww damn
My momma called them niggas told em
That we need air she can’t breathe
Instead this is what you bring 
I got a chip on my shoulder
Larger than the fucking dream
That I manifested from being
And you think I’m
Supposed to respect these niggas
I got glitches in my face
When I close my eyes
I can’t think about the race
I gotta win or die
I swear to God I’m on two
Fuck being on one
Everything I plan to do
I’m gone do under the sun

60’s vibes
Shorty with the thicker thighs
Stretch marks
Things that I cannot deny
In my life
Change things around me
But can’t lie
Danger still surrounds me
When rich niggas park the Lambo
Do cops gotta watch
Or could they watch the road
Questions I ask myself
We live in America where time passes itself