Charlie Wilson

Yes Lord
Black tints, red paint
She can't say I ain't the one with a straight face
Told her it was all God in the first place

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the flo'
Got a 10 on my 10, I ain't pick up the phone
I was tryna hear from God on how to turn it up mo'
She was tryna hear me tell her they should put her in Vogue
If you was Des, that'd be cool, but you ain't (but you ain't)
Yes, Lord, we been tryna up the rank (up the rank)
How I serve God, I'm who got high (got high)
How I ain't my party I'm who got fly (got fly)

I went four on my attire like Radaya or something
Got me riding through the city like the mayor or something
I've been studying the game like a player or something
Blowing up my phone, hope it's bout some paper or something

Black tints, red paint
She can't say I ain't the one with a straight face
Told her it was all God in the first place

Black tints, red candy
We been going up and ain't landing
Feel like Charlie Wilson, outstanding

Girl, you knock me out
What you paid for them diamonds that you got from the south
Did you bring it back home just to stunt on your friends
Who ain't friends, but they seeing that you win and pretend
Used to play at North Division, putting shots at the rim
Pop stamped, so it's really in my genes to be him
Tryna get a M&M, but the chances is slim
Upgrade the whole family like I'm changing the sims

Black tints, red paint
She can't say I ain't the one with a straight face
Told her it was all God in the first place

Black tints, red candy
We been going up and ain't landing
Feel like Charlie Wilson, outstanding