They gon' think I won a Grammy I'm showing out, they can't stand me Tell me how you really feel Whole city going crazy Swerving off, Panoramic I'm hanging out, they can't stand me I'm swerving out, they can't stand me

Thank you mama for the nine months you carried me through Give you all my love oh yea No one knows the struggle you bare a just only you All those pain and sufferin' All them pain an sufferin' Hey mama (ha) Hi mama (ha) Oh my oh my Oh mama don't cry

People say we got it made Don't they know we're so afraid We're afraid to be alone Everybody got to have a home Just a boy and a little girl Trying to change the whole wide world The world is just a little town Everybody trying to put us down

I should've said it all when I was close to you Like I was supposed to do No, it just won't wait And all these words, they come too late You could never compensate It's too late The hands of fate Just won't wait Help me change

I thought I needed fortune I thought I needed fame But all I need is to hear you Whisper my name Funny thing about dreamers When the dream is in their sights Just to get where they're going They leave a lot of good things behind Guess you could call me a

Hey now hey now Don't dream it's over When the world comes in They come they come To build a wall between us There is freedom within there is freedom without Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost But you

Hey, momma rock me Rock me momma any way you feel Rock me momma like a south bound train So rock me momma like a wagon wheel Rock me momma like the wind and the rain Heading down south to the land of the pines I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

Et t'as croisé la douane au péage J'suis pété dans la boîte auto Y a les frérots sur la moto La voiture était chargée de kilos Hey, la voiture était chargée de kilos Et moi, j'ai besoin d'un hélico Pour esquiver les embouteillages, j'suis grillé, gros,

Bitch, I'm Willy Wonka Willy Wonka, I got flavor Flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor, got flavor Got flavor like Steph Willy Wonka flavor (Willy Wonka) Willy Wonka been had haters (Hey) Willy Wonka live on acres (Acres) Willy Wonka got a lot of