Gifted
Cordae
Roddy Ricch
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Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been counting on me
Got this bad lil shawty going down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like wa-la
I told niggas that I would make it they said, «No way»
Watch them niggas that might eat up off yo' plate
They caught me sliding on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
See, I was twelve years with the Tommy Fit
Fifteen, crankin' Bobby bitch
I was seventeen years on this earth, when I popped a perc, made my body itch
Need a pound to blow, when I’m drowning slow, I was down below
Word to Roddy Ricch, we was slap boxin', no karate kid
Start to see the difference with a lot of shit
And my grandma got a lot of kids
Bought whips foreign, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth, and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit nigga this the shit that I asked for
Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my mama cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandmama new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
No credit check, straight cash card
nigga no stress, I progress
That’s Mos Def, like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemar
Stack paper, don’t do no facade
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been counting on me
Got this bad lil shawty going down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like wa-la
I told niggas that I would make it they said, «No way»
Watch them niggas that might eat up off yo' plate
They caught me sliding on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
Living out my dream, my life was different (Get it)
If I want it then I’ma get it (Get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I’m gifted (Ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (Ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know that I’m gifted (Ahh-ahh-ahh)
And I know what my gift is (Ahh-ahh-ahh)
'Cause I’m gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been counting on me
Got this bad lil shawty going down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like wa-la
I told niggas that I would make it they said, «No way»
Watch them niggas that might eat up off yo' plate
They caught me sliding on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece
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