Aplomb

Intro
All the way turnt

Hook
Wondering what are we doing today
Coming for number one, you in the way
Number two never been goodie enough
All that complaining is really a crutch
I got on my knees and prayed to the Lord
To give me the means to finally afford
These luxury cars and room and the board
So many lessons I had to absorb
So many obstacles I overcome
Live by the sword, you die by the gun
Pardon my manners but I gotta run
Fall in that pussy then I gotta run
Key the ignition and I gotta run
Extracurriculars I gotta fund
You dropping duds and I got a bomb
All of this melanin built by the sun
I get this paper plus I got aplomb
Buy her a peach in replace of a plum
Good sinsеmilla that fill up my lungs
Got your old lady hair tied in a bun
Fuck on your bitch and you thought she a nun
Give hеr right back to you after I’m done
I couldn’t blame her with all this aplomb yeah

Verse
Now that we coming correct
These niggas want come and connect
Man those commas collect
Been casually thumbing a check
Everything on me is wet
Man I’m covered in sweat
I heard you was tryna defect but
Don't’ you dishonor the set
That’s hard to accept
The rhetoric hard to dissect
We tryna charter a jet
Your daughter in debt and
She tryna snack but I’m tryna smack
Goddamn you look good
Girl cut me some slack
I took her somewhere
Way off of the map
The energy nice but it’s kinda compact
I got us a table to dine at the back
And ordered the bottle to swallow and chat
What kinda cerveza you got on the tap and
How was the crab? Put that on the tab
Fuck

Hook
Nigga well what are we doing today
Coming for number one, you in the way
Number two never been goodie enough
All that complaining is really a crutch
I got on my knees and prayed to the Lord
To give me the means to finally afford
These luxury cars and room and the board
So many lessons I had to absorb
So many obstacles I overcome
Live by the sword, you die by the gun
Pardon my manners but I gotta run
Fall in that pussy then I gotta run
Key the ignition and I gotta run
Extracurriculars I gotta fund
You dropping duds and I got a bomb
All of this melanin built by the sun
I get this paper plus I got aplomb
Buy her a peach in replace of a plum
Good sinsemilla that fill up my lungs
Got your old lady hair tied in a bun
Fuck on your bitch and you thought she a nun
Give her right back to you after I’m done
I couldn’t blame her with all this aplomb yeah