The iPhone 108 Songtext
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The iPhone 108 Songtext
Aye
Try to be anything but predictable
I didn′t want the cookies
Wanted to lick the bowl
Haa haa
I was just a lil different nigga
Right meant left to me
1 plus 1 equaled 3 to me
Different calculations
Darker faces can't be racist
Conversations complicated
Conscious caved in
Not my native
I was raised in 8th letter
5th letter L-L
The fuck nigga?
Aye
We been waiting for you a while
Aboriginal child
Golden wit your morale Eating off yo plate
Fuck you keep going to Golden Coral
Your new years starts in March
That′s when Marcus Garvey was round
Yeah nigga but a lot of things changed since then
When they say home of the brave
They ain't talking bout yo mutha fuckin ass
Land of the free
Where?
Bitch I'll
Baba booey nigga
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hologram yo Hollywood and
Pop up in yo momma hood
Like bottles and the bibles do it
How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to grow?
That′s some surface level ass shit
That′s how we keep a nigga down
If it look like shit
It prolly is shit
It prolly smells like shit
You in some shit
And you don't know
What mutha fucking shit to clean first
Rise and shine through it all
Nigga rise and shine through it all
Shine through it all
Shine through it all
Imma wait in my space ship
I′m tired of being basic
I'm tired of being the iPhone 5
I′m on the 108th one
The reverse of yo brains blown out
I'm tryna push this shit forward
I′m not tryna always makes sense
As much as I'm tryna make you feel something
How y'all not sick of the same stories
Weight on yo neck what them chains doing
Stayed on yo neck that was out of respect
For the sake of greatness and this Hip Hop
Far from yo J. Cole and Kendrick
Andre 9000 that′s homage
Tryna do better but I still want Cadillac seats
Color butter like Amish
Niggas not buying designer
We buying they last names
That′s how that slave shit playing nowadays
So it's either it′s me or Dior
We don't belong here
Yeah
Stop telling niggas to go back to Afrika
When niggas already been here
And we ain′t finna leave
Aborigine
Originator
Big Chief bitch
When California was Queen Califia
Golden state wars
We not imports
Look at all the bullshit we been through
So called beef wit you know who
Every time you look up at a star that's proof
Who you gon′ call
God is you
Try to be anything but predictable
I didn′t want the cookies
Wanted to lick the bowl
Haa haa
I was just a lil different nigga
Right meant left to me
1 plus 1 equaled 3 to me
Different calculations
Darker faces can't be racist
Conversations complicated
Conscious caved in
Not my native
I was raised in 8th letter
5th letter L-L
The fuck nigga?
Aye
We been waiting for you a while
Aboriginal child
Golden wit your morale Eating off yo plate
Fuck you keep going to Golden Coral
Your new years starts in March
That′s when Marcus Garvey was round
Yeah nigga but a lot of things changed since then
When they say home of the brave
They ain't talking bout yo mutha fuckin ass
Land of the free
Where?
Bitch I'll
Baba booey nigga
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hologram yo Hollywood and
Pop up in yo momma hood
Like bottles and the bibles do it
How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to grow?
That′s some surface level ass shit
That′s how we keep a nigga down
If it look like shit
It prolly is shit
It prolly smells like shit
You in some shit
And you don't know
What mutha fucking shit to clean first
Rise and shine through it all
Nigga rise and shine through it all
Shine through it all
Shine through it all
Imma wait in my space ship
I′m tired of being basic
I'm tired of being the iPhone 5
I′m on the 108th one
The reverse of yo brains blown out
I'm tryna push this shit forward
I′m not tryna always makes sense
As much as I'm tryna make you feel something
How y'all not sick of the same stories
Weight on yo neck what them chains doing
Stayed on yo neck that was out of respect
For the sake of greatness and this Hip Hop
Far from yo J. Cole and Kendrick
Andre 9000 that′s homage
Tryna do better but I still want Cadillac seats
Color butter like Amish
Niggas not buying designer
We buying they last names
That′s how that slave shit playing nowadays
So it's either it′s me or Dior
We don't belong here
Yeah
Stop telling niggas to go back to Afrika
When niggas already been here
And we ain′t finna leave
Aborigine
Originator
Big Chief bitch
When California was Queen Califia
Golden state wars
We not imports
Look at all the bullshit we been through
So called beef wit you know who
Every time you look up at a star that's proof
Who you gon′ call
God is you
Writer(s): Jason Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
