Understand

Lyrics: Lord Sko/Curren$y Music: Joshua Fersko/Shante Scott Franklin/A Lau Haha Shit sound good for the soul, man, you know what I'm sayin' Uptown shit Yeah It's just something you can't understand World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah) Even my haters gotta love it, man Spent so much on drugs I made the plug become a fan (haha) Watching city lights, used to dream I'd live this life Any business I did yesterday a different price (shit ain't the same) Seen a lot of rappers dying for a bit of vice Catching big fish, this the wrong pond to be picking fights Just hung my poster in the trophy room (uh huh) Shorty friends is bad might ask her what she open to (haha) Rolling potent weed with a golden hue (inhale) I'm out in Malibu еnjoying all these ocean viеws Official business so we speak in code How's it feel to be a millionaire, don't even know (not yet) Couple thousand dollar sweaters smell like reefer smoke Ego tripping, ask your little homie what he reaching for (yo what's that) Been feeling great y'all can't deny the motion (nah) I can travel when I want but lately I been posted Y'all gotta learn to listen when your time is spoken Rockin' Polo, puttin' money on Italian horses It's just something you can't understand World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah) Even my haters gotta love it, man Spent so much on drugs I made the plug become a fan (haha) It's just something you can't understand World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah) Even my haters gotta love it, man Spent so much on drugs I made the plug become a fan (haha) Marble countertops, water fountain that's in front my house Make it hard to stop 'cause I'm so used to ballin' out Over money and bitches, a lot of homies have a fallin' out Pistols drawn, where do we go wrong? Too late for all that now Scan the parking lot, I got the oldest or the newest car out All eyes on the screen for the title bout I might get my Porsche painted green before I bring it 'round This for real, this ain't no vinyl wrap Battle wounds leave scars when they heal She want me to talk to her 'bout that Confidential, that shit might **** around and kill you Burn the booth, disintegrate the pens and pencils Cremate the instrumentals Chevys on switches We smoking weed in it Don't post me in your pictures If you could keep a secret, we could always It's just something you can't understand World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah) Even my haters gotta love it, man Spent so much on drugs I made the plug become a fan (haha) It's just something you can't understand World is in my palm, the blunt is in the other hand (yeah) Even my haters gotta love it, man Spent so much on drugs I made the plug become a fan (haha)