58th Floor
[Verse 1: Cordae & Anderson .Paak]
Uh! Who the fuck is this?
Callin' me at 5:46 in the afternoon on the fourth of June
In my daughter's room, settin' up her dollhouse
It's my n***a, AP, fuck is this about?
Goddamn, n***a, I been tryna reach you OD
I'm on the west side with this bitch, Chloe
You remember I told you she was fuckin' with this Samoan n***a who got locked up? (So what?)
He made parole, n***a (Shit)
Now, he outside of the door with 'bout four n***as
Where you at? (In the closet with the dirty clothes, n***a)
Aye, fool, you trapped in the closet like Robert
I thought we stopped fuckin' with bitches with baby fathers
I can pull up, that ain't a problеm, but, shit, it'll take an hour
Shh, man, I'm stallin', I hear 'em takin' a showеr
Aight, listen, show them we ain't no bitches (Right?)
If I was you, I'd go out there and fight all them n***as (Cap)
Go right in the kitchen and grab the pot with the hot grits
I told you these n***as big as fuck, that ain't gon stop shit
Plus, his goons in the living room watching Netflix
Out the window is looking like my best exit
But don't she live on the 58th floor? (Whoah!)
[Interlude: Cordae]
Hello? Hello?
N***a! N***a!
[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
N***as is nice 'cause we came up on sugar rice
And Swisher blunts, pushin' them Diamondback bikes
Some call it luck, but every time I roll the dice
I'm callin' guts, and drag my nuts every time
Life is sublime or better yet, it's by design
When I play my part, all of the pieces are aligned
It's a form of art, an art form, every line
Is drawin' an arc, I'm curvin' bitches like bye
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Cordae]
Murderation on the beat, highly favored energy
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly
Swervin' in the 6th Street, I can make your bitch scream
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly (Uh!)
[Verse 3: Cordae]
I'm with my n***a AP but keep a Patek Philippe
I'm rather unique and shoot the eagle accurately
If you a dog, then I'm Mike Vick, back in the league
My young n***as bearin' arms 'cause they after the cheese
Real recognize real and y'all actors to me
My inner child proud, I'm all that I imagined I'd be
My platinum plaques right next to the Dragon Ball Z
Action figures got massive figures 'cause my rapping's elite
What dynamic duo that you know can rock arenas and the Blue Notes?
Hop in the two-door coupe with two hoes
Now, me and my n***a, AP, we after the figures lately
Just signed a new deal and said, "Fuck you, pay me"
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Murderation on the beat, highly favored energy
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly
Swervin' in the sixth street, I can make your bitch scream
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly
Uh! Who the fuck is this?
Callin' me at 5:46 in the afternoon on the fourth of June
In my daughter's room, settin' up her dollhouse
It's my n***a, AP, fuck is this about?
Goddamn, n***a, I been tryna reach you OD
I'm on the west side with this bitch, Chloe
You remember I told you she was fuckin' with this Samoan n***a who got locked up? (So what?)
He made parole, n***a (Shit)
Now, he outside of the door with 'bout four n***as
Where you at? (In the closet with the dirty clothes, n***a)
Aye, fool, you trapped in the closet like Robert
I thought we stopped fuckin' with bitches with baby fathers
I can pull up, that ain't a problеm, but, shit, it'll take an hour
Shh, man, I'm stallin', I hear 'em takin' a showеr
Aight, listen, show them we ain't no bitches (Right?)
If I was you, I'd go out there and fight all them n***as (Cap)
Go right in the kitchen and grab the pot with the hot grits
I told you these n***as big as fuck, that ain't gon stop shit
Plus, his goons in the living room watching Netflix
Out the window is looking like my best exit
But don't she live on the 58th floor? (Whoah!)
[Interlude: Cordae]
Hello? Hello?
N***a! N***a!
[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
N***as is nice 'cause we came up on sugar rice
And Swisher blunts, pushin' them Diamondback bikes
Some call it luck, but every time I roll the dice
I'm callin' guts, and drag my nuts every time
Life is sublime or better yet, it's by design
When I play my part, all of the pieces are aligned
It's a form of art, an art form, every line
Is drawin' an arc, I'm curvin' bitches like bye
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak & Cordae]
Murderation on the beat, highly favored energy
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly
Swervin' in the 6th Street, I can make your bitch scream
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly (Uh!)
[Verse 3: Cordae]
I'm with my n***a AP but keep a Patek Philippe
I'm rather unique and shoot the eagle accurately
If you a dog, then I'm Mike Vick, back in the league
My young n***as bearin' arms 'cause they after the cheese
Real recognize real and y'all actors to me
My inner child proud, I'm all that I imagined I'd be
My platinum plaques right next to the Dragon Ball Z
Action figures got massive figures 'cause my rapping's elite
What dynamic duo that you know can rock arenas and the Blue Notes?
Hop in the two-door coupe with two hoes
Now, me and my n***a, AP, we after the figures lately
Just signed a new deal and said, "Fuck you, pay me"
[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Murderation on the beat, highly favored energy
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly
Swervin' in the sixth street, I can make your bitch scream
They don't make 'em like us, most certainly