"VIETNAM" lyrics
Money in the mattress bro
6 figures on the taxes hoe
For my people still trappin
I guess we both rapping dope
No options, they gotta sell crack and coke
They scratch for hope
Rap was for blacks to cope
My grandaddy was in Vietnam
Couldn't keep his mind
Saw his homie blown to bits, didn't see the bomb
When he passed, I just hope he had some peace of mind
I really hope he live forever with the peace of God
I think about em all the time
How I really ain't nothing on my own
Just a link in the chain
A peak in the wave
I speak for a slave
I'm deep in the cave
See my hand reach
From the grave
They feenin for fame
My nigga I'm the least entertained
I'm raising the bar
I used to try to drink it away
My momma never been more proud of me
Living with intention and firm with all my boundaries
Even if you got it out for me, I'm on my alchemy
If I had a dollar for all the people that doubted me
I'd count up all my family, give em all a house a piece
Oprah in this bitch
Take what you need
We attracting, never chasing the dream
The universe is listening
So boy you better say what you mean
Shoot ya shot, aim high and hope you stay on the green
My peace cost my insecurity
I'm paying the fee
I swear my youngin is my protege
I'm giving him game
I'm giving him range
I'm feeling his pain
I fill in the blanks
I'm getting on the healing today
I built it my way
He figured out
The cieling is fake
The village is great
I wanna see him kill it with grace
And my daughter that's my lil twin
Fuck a gender role
She ain't accepting how it is
She gonna set the tone
Black and educated, yes baby, get ya own
My momma strong. Love to see these women gettin bold
If he really love you then he won't upset ya goals
The whole team essential
1 piece missing and then the shit stop clicking
I gotta get the whole click in
Till we all got riches
It isn't all bout business
It's really more bout vision
Always putting the mission before the ego
Shoutout to my amigos
I love to see y'all niggas win
China we coming
We wasn't posed to be nothing
We in Australia, petting kangaroos
Haters gon love it
Out in Saudi with the sheik
Niggas treat us like cousins
We only moving to the beat that we drumming
We all want it
More wealth to ya!
6 figures on the taxes hoe
For my people still trappin
I guess we both rapping dope
No options, they gotta sell crack and coke
They scratch for hope
Rap was for blacks to cope
My grandaddy was in Vietnam
Couldn't keep his mind
Saw his homie blown to bits, didn't see the bomb
When he passed, I just hope he had some peace of mind
I really hope he live forever with the peace of God
I think about em all the time
How I really ain't nothing on my own
Just a link in the chain
A peak in the wave
I speak for a slave
I'm deep in the cave
See my hand reach
From the grave
They feenin for fame
My nigga I'm the least entertained
I'm raising the bar
I used to try to drink it away
My momma never been more proud of me
Living with intention and firm with all my boundaries
Even if you got it out for me, I'm on my alchemy
If I had a dollar for all the people that doubted me
I'd count up all my family, give em all a house a piece
Oprah in this bitch
Take what you need
We attracting, never chasing the dream
The universe is listening
So boy you better say what you mean
Shoot ya shot, aim high and hope you stay on the green
My peace cost my insecurity
I'm paying the fee
I swear my youngin is my protege
I'm giving him game
I'm giving him range
I'm feeling his pain
I fill in the blanks
I'm getting on the healing today
I built it my way
He figured out
The cieling is fake
The village is great
I wanna see him kill it with grace
And my daughter that's my lil twin
Fuck a gender role
She ain't accepting how it is
She gonna set the tone
Black and educated, yes baby, get ya own
My momma strong. Love to see these women gettin bold
If he really love you then he won't upset ya goals
The whole team essential
1 piece missing and then the shit stop clicking
I gotta get the whole click in
Till we all got riches
It isn't all bout business
It's really more bout vision
Always putting the mission before the ego
Shoutout to my amigos
I love to see y'all niggas win
China we coming
We wasn't posed to be nothing
We in Australia, petting kangaroos
Haters gon love it
Out in Saudi with the sheik
Niggas treat us like cousins
We only moving to the beat that we drumming
We all want it
More wealth to ya!
Writer(s): Aleksander Manfredi, Avery Jones
