Paradise
[Verse 1: Perry Maysun, COLDKiDCLUB, Young Wabo]
Must follow your shit and don't appease to no one
Fuck the gold and fuck the diamonds
No one chosen
The undergrounds arosen
Sick of the fucking cloning
The plug called in, he got the omnipotent
N***as really pipe thumbs like we really coded
Watch who these n***as really rolling with
Watch how these n***as really rolling with that
I was bumping metal fingers
Smoking socket wrenches
I was rolling blunts inside the lil detention
I don't got another name that you should mention
Perry Maysun, motherfucker, told her run the pension
Danish white bitch on my side like Lederhosen
Know who you're speaking to: It's Wabo, n***a
You ain't got the requirements
Shorty tryna bless me, I guess I'm the testament
Uh, bumping Pharrel Happy on a sad day
Brain stuck in a gel, I guess I'm locked in my bad ways
I was popping pills in the kitchen on a Saturday
I was popping pills in the kitchen on a Saturday
Black and gold soul, like light and day
Highway to heaven, took the light away
Do you know what it means to sacrifice?
Soul on the game like a paradise
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, bitch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope shit
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid
[Verse 2: Young Wabo]
Bitching, crying
Begging for shit but they auto
Locking back in
Living, I'm winning tomorrow
Fake blue [?]
[?]
What they seeking
[?]
But it feel the same lately
Patient like I'm Wabo
I remember days I didn't wanna wait tomorrow
Whipping in a range
Swear to God I'm feeling psycho
Need the finer things
[?]
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, bitch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope shit
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid
[Verse 3: Young Wabo]
Staying with it
[?]
I been on this shit
Been smoking on some [?]
[?] got me geeking
[?]
Took your bitch and told her
[?]
Ever since a youngin, I been know I'm chosen
Competition fast, but you know it's ghosting
[?]
[?]
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, bitch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope shit
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid
[Verse 4: Perry Maysun, Young Wabo]
I been off to get money from my BMI
I don't have to see your teeth to see you fucking lie
N***as always do the most, and the least, n***a
Italian backhand like a peach, n***a
Me and Wabo on the beat like Charm and Cheecho
Nice to meet y'all
Took a trip to Puerto Rico
Tryna be rich
Doing shots like a fucking free throw
In a year, though, the verse gon' be worth a kilo
I'ma make shit go boom like some damn C4
C-O-V-I-D, back up
I don't know you, n***a
Back up
N***as need to know the fucking truth, n***a
It's Judge Wabo in the booth, n***a
Constantly been fighting summer in these winter booths
Chipped a tooth dancing in the rain
Off a 5th of [?]
Call my boo
Eyes draw blue when I heard the news
I was fucking her but she was fucking with somebody too
Pops too late on the beat
Like the great thinker
Highway to heaven
No safety, like both blinkers
Lugging in the blunt like a iceberg
Might sink ya
Was walking home when Wabo told me keep my chin up
When it comes to the game of life, are you a stink-meaner?
Double park that bitch
Give a fuck about a stupid meter
Must follow your shit and don't appease to no one
Fuck the gold and fuck the diamonds
No one chosen
The undergrounds arosen
Sick of the fucking cloning
The plug called in, he got the omnipotent
N***as really pipe thumbs like we really coded
Watch who these n***as really rolling with
Watch how these n***as really rolling with that
I was bumping metal fingers
Smoking socket wrenches
I was rolling blunts inside the lil detention
I don't got another name that you should mention
Perry Maysun, motherfucker, told her run the pension
Danish white bitch on my side like Lederhosen
Know who you're speaking to: It's Wabo, n***a
You ain't got the requirements
Shorty tryna bless me, I guess I'm the testament
Uh, bumping Pharrel Happy on a sad day
Brain stuck in a gel, I guess I'm locked in my bad ways
I was popping pills in the kitchen on a Saturday
I was popping pills in the kitchen on a Saturday
Black and gold soul, like light and day
Highway to heaven, took the light away
Do you know what it means to sacrifice?
Soul on the game like a paradise
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, bitch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope shit
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid
[Verse 2: Young Wabo]
Bitching, crying
Begging for shit but they auto
Locking back in
Living, I'm winning tomorrow
Fake blue [?]
[?]
What they seeking
[?]
But it feel the same lately
Patient like I'm Wabo
I remember days I didn't wanna wait tomorrow
Whipping in a range
Swear to God I'm feeling psycho
Need the finer things
[?]
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, bitch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope shit
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid
[Verse 3: Young Wabo]
Staying with it
[?]
I been on this shit
Been smoking on some [?]
[?] got me geeking
[?]
Took your bitch and told her
[?]
Ever since a youngin, I been know I'm chosen
Competition fast, but you know it's ghosting
[?]
[?]
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, bitch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope shit
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid
[Verse 4: Perry Maysun, Young Wabo]
I been off to get money from my BMI
I don't have to see your teeth to see you fucking lie
N***as always do the most, and the least, n***a
Italian backhand like a peach, n***a
Me and Wabo on the beat like Charm and Cheecho
Nice to meet y'all
Took a trip to Puerto Rico
Tryna be rich
Doing shots like a fucking free throw
In a year, though, the verse gon' be worth a kilo
I'ma make shit go boom like some damn C4
C-O-V-I-D, back up
I don't know you, n***a
Back up
N***as need to know the fucking truth, n***a
It's Judge Wabo in the booth, n***a
Constantly been fighting summer in these winter booths
Chipped a tooth dancing in the rain
Off a 5th of [?]
Call my boo
Eyes draw blue when I heard the news
I was fucking her but she was fucking with somebody too
Pops too late on the beat
Like the great thinker
Highway to heaven
No safety, like both blinkers
Lugging in the blunt like a iceberg
Might sink ya
Was walking home when Wabo told me keep my chin up
When it comes to the game of life, are you a stink-meaner?
Double park that bitch
Give a fuck about a stupid meter