Denver ft. Tasquiat Lyrics

Tryna find your identity in this game my nigga gotta be hard

Well I can't relate to that my nigga you already know imma star

If sing it or rap it we already know gone fuck with the bars

Like I'm Matt Damon just call me the Martian my nigga we headed for Mars

I need them to follow

I need them to follow

She know imma eat it

I want her to swallow

I got money comin in like a lotto

I got the cookies and cream like mullato

I got

I got

I got

Poetic justice and Royalty up this bottle

If ya girl poured it up and she drank it

It still wouldn't make her a model

But just like I said in the last one

Im not that conceited

I got hella Clips in my Arsenal

They all Hollowed and heated

Just tell ya Hitman to come holla at me

I'll send 'em to pieces

Makin' niggas go study for 5 years

PhD with a thesis

I really be feelin like Roddy my nigga I don't wanna die young

I run up these beat like I'm 50 in Instagram comments don't hold my tongue

I don't wanna steal the flow man, but this shit a keeper

Keep it over 100 we runnin' a fever

Burn up the track like it's 400 meters

I run up a beat and that shit catchin fire

Call my nigga at Weiss get a case of wine

Took her shopping on Bloor but she changed her mind

Told me take her home; put in her spine

I got hoes asking for threesome but sis it's a line

They still be feenin' and dream for it even after if we decline

She get to arguing then we fuck

She get turned off the liquor

She don't be herself when she hungry

She needed a snickers

Yeah I lied my nigga, I'm conceited a little

Hahaha where the next one bruh

I want that one bruh

Ts... Ts... Ts... Ts... Tasquiat

My nigga, I gotchu

Born in Atlanta; that zone 6

You know what they call it

I came from middle class

Capital one wasn't shit in our wallets

I didn't have money for retros

Or them whatchmacallits

But now with this new figure salary

Fuck around and by Toäg a gallery

Smoother than that nigga Thomas Crown

But it's not an affair cuz I'm never around

And I can't find the pulse on these dead niggas

Tryna pick that shit up like a ultrasound

Call me Raymond cuz I stretch her out

No summer walker

She hit me talmbout she can't be without

So I had to block'er

I want my momma to know

Even though we don't talk as much

You still in my soul

One of the reasons I do this

You gave me this gift

But y'all already knew this

All the sacrifices you ever made

I don't know how you really do it

We need to talk you be keepin me same

Cuz I been really goin through it

Sometimes I be feelin just like a plane

Cuz niggas be weight me down

I take on the baggage

I never complain

They know I'll never let 'em drown

But I be drownin on my own

I would just never reveal shit

I put it all inside the music

My niggga I want y'all to feel it

But I pause the vocals

Gotta give y'all the flow

Just recording inDenver only for the weekend

Keep that on the low

She be playin with roses so I call her Andrè

But no love below

Niggas gassin my shit like accelerators

Tell me some shit ion already know