Barack Obama Special

Lyrics
[Intro: Bas] Y'all hear the voice, y'all see the name, nigga Biggity, it's Queens Y'all know everything Barack Obama special over here We lets it fly Juice, this one is dedicated to My bitch ass neighbors (Fuck 'em) hehe, yeah 'Cause I'm livin' better now, better now Bitch I'm livin' better now (I'm livin' better) Yeah [Verse 1: Bas] I had to move 'cause my neighbors so racist (Fuck niggas) My new crib fly though (Sheesh) Lookin' like the 4th of July though (Fiends) Lookin' like a frosted gelato (Damn) Cool as a chill Navy Seal nigga (Pew, pew) Hot as the heels on a field nigga Puttin' in work, fuck how you feel Buy my family trips, fuck value meals Only lie to police, I ain't tyin' your leash I got higher motives, fuck lyin' still I am on a whole 'nother level Got up out the streets, ran up in the industry Just to see that I'm dealin' with a whole 'nother devil Whatever last, smoke buddah, make more gouda cheese My whip European but the kid Sudanese Got a laundry list of niggas with the list of they needs Holy, them cats is prone to actin' phony Get no actions ask the homies, you ain't know? We miles ahead, the matrimony's dead No time for fakes, my niggas make mistakes Heard it all, the commentary's dead They go to state, don't get no GPAs Got GTAs, the commissary's fed I pray to God, I call in my request I tell Him my regrets I tell nobody else how it feels I cannot share the stress I'm feeling [Chorus: KQuick & Bas] Tell me things you hold inside you I tell nobody else how it feels I cannot share the stress I'm feeling [Verse 2: Bas] I can tell you're apprehensive and I can't ask why I'm like fireworks in the Baghdad sky I might be the second coming, I might be the end all But I keep her comin', especially off the Henn' dawg In the end, all rivers, lakes'll dry out But us involved, we gon' leave a ocean of salt Lord, so many loves lost Let me count it with the gloves off I need more fingers, Cole lingers long in my soul Got my eyes down but I can't find ground Ten toes holdin' the floor like I'm tied down But I can't find ground We the same, thought you came from the roots too Saw love ain't love like it used to be You abstain from the blame if you chose to But I'ma be here some years so get used to me [Chorus: KQuick & Bas] Tell me things you hold inside you I tell nobody else how it feels I cannot share the stress I'm feeling [Verse 3: Bas] 'Cause for his new recital, he go suicidal Not me, blue recital, hit the main stage, I'm the coolest I know How I maintain empty bottles in the silver buckets, say it's luck Come and spend the day with us I've been up the past 48, first 48's going great Forty states in forty days, got them motherfuckers goin' crazy When all they waitin' on is me And I been waiting long to see it Bassy [Outro] When you milk, you milk, you can't deny the milk The only way to go is the milky way, my boy
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Credits
- Writers
- Marco Soto
- KQuick
- Ron Gilmore
- Bas