Light Years
Wale, Rick Ross
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(M-M) (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. LEAGUE) I am light years ahead of these niggas I'm thinkin' bigger, we can link up, but we know the difference Yeah, and I don't move like an industry nigga My life is under a microscope, my chemistry special Uh, the gangsters angsty in my section You niggas speak on me, have you leakin' like dirty business Thirty niggas with .30's on 'em, you act numb Until them drums touch you, you actin' different Now who you feelin'? (Brrt) And I'm ready for whatev', and I'm heavy, where you at? So tell me why you mad? Y'all can't keep up And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up Uh, Double M, we forever the legends (M-M) Rest in peace to Black and Peanut, they seen my potential I used to borrow Ross whips to go pick up some women Run through Carol City, I'm vicious like I'm Willis McGahee Been Double M for like a decade though Nobody seein' it from now 'til siempre though They say I do things, I'm insane, and get psycho I'm pro-black, my cloth top look like Kente though I'm gone, wow And I'm ready for whatev', and I'm heavy, where you at? So tell me why you mad? Y'all can't keep up And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head (I honestly feel like you gotta know your past to know your future) Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up (You gotta know where you from to know where you're goin') I'm in the mood to watch my son become a man Colin Kaepernick scramblin' in the south of France See the kids in the park, I pray your gun'll jam Set examples for all the hustlers who holdin' hands Consequences, at odds with all the older heads New money, cigars, who really know the ledge? Earth, wind and fire, birthed my desire Cheers to the hustlers, toast to the choir Waterfall-lit crib while the strip dry Two-hundred-thou' for a show for the tenth time Light years, now we trendin' light years Life sentence for my lil' man, that's light years Day dreamin', gettin' brain in some nice wheels And I'm still seein' Trump in all my nightmares Still won't see enough with all the white sales No, I still won't see enough with all the white sales Went from film, now you baggin' up at Trader Joes Foreclose on your home, that's just the way it goes Invest in yourself, blessed for light years Versace or Huarache in my new Nike gear Light years, light years Versace or Huarache in my new Nike gear (wow) And I'm ready for whatev', and I'm heavy, where you at? So tell me why you mad? Y'all can't keep up And your girl sit in my Benz, then I open up her head Then I open up her legs, y'all can't keep up
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Written by: Erik Ortiz, Kenneth Bartolomei, Kevin Crowe, Olubawale Akintimehin, Rick Ross
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