Over Dinner
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[Intro]
They will try to control you and tell you
The market won't like you but you escape
And make your own path and increase your value
[Verse 1: Sonny Shotz]
We can talk about it over dinner
Big toast for the kid in the black suit
Like I'm looking for an alien, never know the state I'm in
Wiping all their memory, decorating stadiums
Bang, bang for the kid in me
I'mma shoot these stars like fuck a genie
I don't need to make a wish
I'mma live life
I'mma die in a second if I quit life, that sounds so good to me
Take a vacation to Sweden on a mountain top with a blonde bitch
Yeah, looking down on the world like Hitler
More of me killing those who don't agree, I'mma do something real
Real good for my niggas, see the games like all we know
And we don't know quitters but we do know love cause a lot of you got it
Some of you real though, I don't even doubt it
I just want a valet ticket for a ride make you feel real good, real boost to your pride
Now bitch you know my name, gold chain on a nigga like a slave king
I'm Beijing to the western kind, nuclear, might blow your mind
She blow me off, I curve her spine and close the blinds and hit her from behind
These enemy lines so fill the wrath of these bars
White girls buying black guys' cars, Lamborghini what? Mercy, mercy
Niggas don't like me, ain't never hurt me so we can talk about it over dinner
Plug full of money and the world all nice
[Hook x2]
Sitting sideways, crew face and I mean it
Cruising down the west side while a nigga dreaming
Dream about the money and the cars and the hoes
All a nigga want, want, all a nigga knows
[Verse 2: Sonny Shotz]
Mirror, mirror make that bass shake like Shakira
My career getting nearer to the place I've always feared
I'm throwing doobies to the sky, I don't want to get you high
I'm yelling kudos, kudos, God you really saved my life
And now I'm saving all of these numbers, waving back at all of these hoes
Is what you write about when you see one of your exes up at your show
What a change, what a day since 2010, many vans so old
Opening up in a city for a nigga like you with a bus that no one knows
Oh, man that's spooky, see my dreams in a crowd full of kids who barely knew me
I just close my eyes like I'll get there, picture Rosa Parks in a bus full of white folks tryina get home
But the cops won't let her try to get the throne of the kings all get about
Man, that irony is so real, can an African man be a king one time?
I am so far from home, I get chills when kids in your city say one of my lines
Oh, man that's cold as shit, so legit, I feel like Jesus knew me
Cause he told me tell these guys ain't your god, he's in the sky
Just a prophet, gave his life so you won't have to pay the price
[Hook x2]
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