Present / Ferrari

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Part II: Present [Chorus] Mr. Coogler are you present? Are you still in our presence? Zoned out the whole election You don't know the answer to these questions Oh I get it you're a rapper now You ain't gotta come to class now You can finish up but you don't really give a fuck Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup [Verse: 1] Dropped out of college with dreams bigger than texas Praying to god I'm not disappointing my parents Wanna cop em a crib soon as I'm on Feel the reaper lurkin' let me finish this song Can hear the whole world singing this Glory's at my fingertips Wait, focus where's my Ritalin? On my stripes like a [?] Dodgin' these hoes Keep my grass cut, fuck these snakes stacking [?] Stop gone, whole noggin exposed Eggnog and Hennessy when I chill with yo girl Vinyls bin why don't you give em a spin And we can spark a J while I tighten the mix Don't trip tryna have it all Platinum plaques paintings on the wall Secretaries picking up important calls Interviews and dinner parties with my whole squad Came a long way from having lunch in the yard [Chorus] Mr. Coogler are you present? Are you still in our presence? Zoned out the whole election You don't know the answer to these questions Oh I get it you're a rapper now You ain't gotta come to class now You can finish up but you don't really give a fuck Got some mans now you tryna make em meetup Got some mans now you tryna make em meetup [Verse: 2] Tried to make it last key suede with the dough Once the new shit drop I need 50 for the show Tried to buy a chain but got smart with the cheese Copped some shit for my folks, handled all them school fees What's my occupation? I'm a rapper now Sociology gone have to wait this is the golden hour shining like the sun Hella shade when I come around, got too turn't Trippin' I need to slow it down Dreams bigger than mountains Remember crying and shouting, couldn't imagine the pain I put you through I'm certain I'm crazy this shit is drivin' me nuts I should be doing my work, brain lost in a wave Crowd lifted as fuck, ain't gotta say much Glide out to the mic and get to it It was a struggle but Dave was gone do it No matter the obstacle run through it [Chorus] Mr. Coogler are you present? Are you still in our presence? Zoned out the whole election You don't know the answer to these questions Oh I get it you're a rapper now You ain't gotta come to class now You can finish up but you don't really give a fuck Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup Got some ends now you tryna make em meetup Part II: Ferrari [Verse: 1] Get Ready Call me Dave Blanco, nerdy nigga from the set Rolling J with yo BM she hit in my DM's Hit her with the dick and made her sleepy like it's PM Catch me with a Black Queen, Asian, European Witnessin' my goals I want solid gold everything Left my old girl now I'm sliding into better things Green stain top gone, activate the kill switch I can see the phonies in my circle, gotta kill them Hanging out the bucket with my motherfucking fist up Forever real champagne in a red cup In a better circle motherfucker cause I'm next up Counting down the bills bitches riddled with the paper cuts [Spoken Interlude] Yeah, I ain't fucking around. Fuck around, get me some motherfucking weed. And say my motherfucking prayers nigga [Verse: 2] AK, I'mma load it Pushing the wheel like it foreign Smoking on something imported, had to put you on notice I can not wait till I cop this gold, I want a Ferrari from '84 Slick with the work man I'm good with that You should not walk through my hood with that Niggas out here really shoot with that I cannot say I approve of that Niggas do work for the dividends Red dot on your head like an Indian [Outro] Bang, Uh Ridin' through the rich, feelin' like a couple mil Now my verses worth a brick (Worth a brick though) Still fucking with the mix, still rollin' up fat Still shopping with the rest though (With the rest though) Ridin' through the rich, feelin' like a couple mil Now my verses worth a brick (Worth a brick though) Still fucking with the mix, still rollin' up fat Still shopping with the rest like Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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- White Dave