Lyrics: Nahree Wages/Nicholas Lamont Fields
Music: Nahree Wages/Nicholas Lamont Fields
Tell it to my nine, bitch!
(Yay!)
Yeah!
Let me speak baby
I’ve debunked the funk that I’ve been in for weeks, baby
I’ll remove the pump from trunk if you won’t bump
I’ll leave you slumped, if I’ve succumbed to my young and my childish greed, baby
I might buy the world just for my niece, baby
Pardoned my pride, head to the sky, down on my knees, baby
Nico send loops don’t send me beats baby
Pardon the fleece this only custom thats on me, baby
Charlie! Charlie! I ain’t even peak yet
The feats that I ain’t beat yet, lasting longer than Keith sweat
We next, the Shit that we get your weakest making us depressed
We prep, whenever you neglect, we eject and throw on our rejects
This how we stretch
Impressive flexibilities
This how we test agility
Pull up and flex ability
You moving tough
Don’t do too much
We’ll test ya Tangibility
We squeeze like tangerines
These tambourines gone ring
You feeling me?
Charlie!
I’ve got not fear of the top
Don’t you compare me to Dot
Only prepare me for God
I peer at my peers and it appears
They stand to the side
I’ve been good for years
They way I steer I could never get tired
I made Geppetto retire
Cause I’ve got no strings and I grew wings where they used to reside
My walls Jerusalem high
You’ve tried breaking em down
But I just broke into my stride
I just hit a lick for all their hearts
And then sat ‘em with mine
Charlie! Charlie!