Saturday Mornings (feat. Lil Wayne) (Explicit)

Yeah ayy
Yeah
Lord
Ayy
Yeah
I'm dealing with a lot of problems
I 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 M's
And drive my momma tears
I love Jim Carrey
But don't **** 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 XO's
When I dropped my first album
I was nervous my chest froze
Plans gon' be executed like
Niggas on death row
Bought a new ******* crib
But that **** 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 lying
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 jerry curl like
Mike Jack in the 80's
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 **** 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
The competition damn
We way passed
I need more real love
And less fake laughs huh
Just let it breath
Let it breath
Now put your hands in the sky
If you feel the vibe
Yeah let it breath
Now put your hands in the sky
If you feel the vibe
Just let it breath
Uh
I need more real love and less fake laughs
I wear this mean mug like a facemask
She give me real love with that fake a*s
It fit me like a glove OJ hands
I'ma need a little love from your hatin' a*s
Real love real love Mary J playin'
Need less yes-men and more amen's
I'ma need more real prayers
And less praying hands
I'm smoking straight gas no brake pads
You smoking Bubba Dub nigga straight trash
I get more camel toe than them Arabs
She deep throat the whole d**k
But couldn't take half
I take a nigga life before he take the stand
Take some d**gs then take off
Take some when I land
You standing on business
I'm a business man
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 everyday man
Young Carter and Cordae
Man all day man
Why they playing
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 haters scanned
Yeah I need more hard d**gs
Less annoying plugs
I need the astronaut pack
With asteroid buds
Blunt look like a rocket ship
Yeah we going up
Coffee in a styrofoam cup
Good morning it's Saturday