Rearview Mirror

Lyrics

Verse 1 (Godbodywati) We screaming more liquor please, Fuck nigga please Fake niggas nightmare's a real nigga's dream Martin Luther died for it, Imma stay alive for it Imma go outside for it, hood niggas scheme No I ain't no hood nigga, I'm just in this hood nigga I've seen a lot of good niggas die over this cream And I ain't trying to go like Bishop off of the roof So I ain't finna switch up on a nigga for the juice It's a secret society, all we ask is the truth 1160 the mafia, you niggas is mook, and you bitches is cute My only thought is how to fit these two in the coupe Might let you ride the Tomos, while I wheelie the Puch Your man's some Winnie the Pooh nigga, I pity the fool Hoe, how silly is you, if you knew better, you'd do better, it's better you choose On a nigga that could do you way better than dude I love cognac, menage a trois, but I ain't French What he mad, cause I gets play and he plays bench What he tight cause he stay sober and we stay bent Throw up the Roc like I know Hova but we ain't friends On my Brooklyn bullshit as usual, bling bloaw Spend a hundred thou, for my shooter trial, we kings now, Godbody Chorus Left hand gripping on the steering wheel, staring out the windshield of life Memories from my rearview mirror, still passing like the lights Easy going, easy coming, like the traffic at night Memories from my rearview mirror, passing like the lights Verse 2 (Aaron Cohen) I remember counting ones in my bedroom Couldn't stretch it out like I needed more legroom Living my life like I might be dead soon Chain smoking, not eating, not sleeping, trying to be a star boy, shout out to the Weeknd But everyday a work day, I need it in the worst way I've been missing birthdays, cause ain't no place but first place On a date with destiny, looking up her skirt Cause life she a bitch, but death she a flirt That's why I chase this thing until I'm resting in the dirt While you were posting memes, I was posted out in Queens On my Drake shit, trying to move on to better things You call my phone, like freedom, I let it ring Difference is you going out, while I was going in You were zoning out, when I was zoning in I move like I was J. Kidd in the open floor, meaning that if my team keep up then we gonna score I kept my business downlow like Okafor, and still they try and rub salt in my open sore Truth be told, I don't know what you going for ICK, 1160, deep as the ocean floor, Aaron Cohen, tend to get what I'm going for Now you know, if you ain't know before, now you know man Chorus Left hand gripping on the steering wheel, staring out the windshield of life Memories from my rearview mirror, still passing like the lights Easy going, easy coming, like the traffic at night Memories from my rearview mirror, passing like the lights