Letra de Saturday Mornings - Cordae

(Feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah, ayy

Uh-uh, yeah

Lord

Ayy

Yeah

I'm dealing with a lot of problems, don't know if y'all can relate

Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate

And I can really use a stress reliever

'Cause where I'm from, they catchin' bullets like the best receivers

The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber

The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears

Like the Nile, I can flow for years

I really got my own sneaker, used to shop at Sears

Rap niggas lying through their teeth, though, these are not veneers

Skipping through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears

I conquer fears, running up them Ms and dry my mama tears

I love Jim Carrey, but don't fuck with yes-men

I need honest ears when in the studio

Turned down a movie role to finish the album, I pray the outcome is good

Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took a nigga out of the hood

Carrying water, chopping the wood

But you gon' always have motion if the product is good

Lord knows it's crazy how I can just text Hov

And run plays on the weekend, it's more than just XOs

When I dropped my first album, was nervous, my chest froze

Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row

Bought a new fuckin' crib, but that shit is in escrow

'Cause my credit score low as my self-esteem, but I grow

It's a yellow beam when I glow, I have mellow dreams when I smoke

To my fellow kings, keep the hope, I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning

Acting wild like a Black & Mild, we smoked the opponent

I prayed and hoped for this moment, and if I post it, I own it

No cap for me, we get money like athletes

Like the eighth man on the Wizards, that's more of a match for me

If we being completely honest, me and the mic got chemistry

Boy, I got this down to a science, I promise you, I ain't lyin'

Get love in every borough, my niggas are very thorough

Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro, send 'em to Fairy World

Never wore a Jheri curl like Mike Jack in the 80s

I might crash the Mercedes, my life flashed from a baby

I reminisce on the daily, my penmanship which had pay me

It's time to get the bacon, this shit is biscuits and gravy

Time to break fast, to keep it real, how long the fake last?

New year, same goals, stay out the way and make cash, huh

The competition, damn, we way passed

I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh

Just let it breathe

Let it breathe

(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe) Yeah

Let it breathe

(Now put your hands in the sky if you feel the vibe)

Just let it breathe

Uh

I need more real love and less fake laughs

I wear this mean mug like a face mask

She give me real love with that fake ass

It fit me like a glove, OJ hands

I'ma need a little love from your hatin' ass

Real love, real love, Mary J. playin'

Need less yes-men and more amens

I'ma need more real prayers and less praying hands

I'm smoking straight gas, no brake pads

You smokin' Bubba Dub, nigga, straight trash

I get more camel toe than them Arabs

She deep throat the whole dick, but couldn't take half

I take a nigga life before he take the stand

Take some drugs then take off, take some when I land

You standing on business, I'm a businessman

I'm a goat, nigga, you a sacrificial lamb

You a teddy bear, nigga, you a Teddy Graham

You sweet as jelly-jam, honey glazed deli ham

Bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam

I got a heavy hand, but hold it like a Steadicam

Am I talking to the martians when I pray, man?

I need to know is there a heaven or just Space Jam?

And it's Saturday morning every day, man

Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man

Why they playin'?

Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland

And if it ain't a red flag, then it's a red flag

And if it ain't Mula Baby, then I ain't the dad

I need my head scanned

Yeah, I need more hard drugs, less annoyed plugs

I need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds

Blunt look like a rocket ship, yeah, we goin' up

Coffee in a styrofoam cup

Good morning, it's Saturday

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