[G-Eazy]
Hahaha
It's Gerald and Bobby
It's 2011 'til the day I see Heaven
We weren't supposed to be here, you know?
Hahaha
Bobby we can pass the baton back and forth like a marathon, come on bro
This is lightwork
Yeah, let me tell the story
Yeah
[G-Eazy]
Her parents tryna distract her, while they file for divorce
Country club, golf lessons, that's just par for the course
Sixteenth birthday, pops in the yard with a horse
He say keep them grades up, she workin' hard for that Porsche, yeah
Aspiring dancer, and she's tryna be an actrеss too
She got a trust fund, that she still ain't got no access to
Shе falls in love with every person she attaches to
Trust she'll say it's all natural, she got some plastic too
Hit a bong, say pass that, I'm tryna get high too
It's not much left, you got a plug? And she say, "Yes I do"
Ain't had it great, so pops butter with the NYU
Three semesters in, she calls her dad, she says I'm through (Dad I can't do this)
Distracted by the one who's, distracted by the afters (Rich)
Distracted by the Gerrys, distracted by the rappers (Sheesh)
Distracted by the Leos, distracted by the actors (Hahaha)
Distracted by the bright light, so life is movin' backwards (Woo, ayy)
[ Logic & G-Eazy]
You snapped dawg
Me and Bobby playin' tennis
Ha, they ain't ready for that shit
They ain't ready for that shit
Take it back, take it back like this
Yeah, all I do is rhyme, all I do is get this money
All I do is grind (Ayy)
Play shows and chill with honeys
All I do is shine (Ayy)
Tour the world, ain't it funny?
I'm one of a kind (Ayy)
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Logic]
She in a room full of people but she still all alone
The type to be at dinner but the bitch still on her phone
Don't know the cost of a dollar, but know a quarter zone
Chargin' daddy's credit card, but quick to say she grown
She addicted to the 'Gram like cocaine
Couple of hunnid thousand likes on a picture, she call it fame
Pullin' up in that exotic, she feel like she gotta steal
Be for real, she ain't kiddin' like she on a pill
Sippin' Stillhouse, my bank account is evergreen, your shit is Millhouse
Throwin' singles in the club, your money still spouse
Fuckin' Joe Schmo, just because he famous
Bitches want it but know they can't attain us
They hella shameless
Livin' that life and we know when it's one in a million
Rear to say, a motherfucker million, I'm goin' for billlions
Goin' for billions like aye
Come now boy, now check this flow
Quarter million on the necklace though
Jump on the track and minister the flow
Way too high to feel the slow
When I got my pain and I got my fame
Never one and the same, but I can't complain
I'ma murder the game, Rattpack all up in this thing
I know these motherfuckers hatin', yeah I swear I wish you would
But two dollar holla, got my back, so it's all good (Woo, woo)
[ G-Eazy]
Haha
Bobby, why you had to do it like that?
You know, for old time sake, yadadamean?
Let's be great, you know
[G-Eazy]
Me and Bobby it's full circle, we comin' to rear cycles
I just signed my Puma deal but I'm wearin' rare Michaels (Sheesh)
She's like, "Wait my girlfriend here," but we don't wear titles
6AM, sniffin' lines of Bon Iver vinyls
Walk out cookies, and we empty out these dope containers (Damn)
I write my verses while she rollin' goldie locks and papers (Damn)
In my city I'm a legend, you all owe me favors
They lead to Vegas, we still mobbin' for these Oakland Raiders
She fell in love with Yola, she fell in love with SoHo
She fell in love with downtown, 3M lease for no ???
Cipriani's with her friends, she orders the risotto
That pussy so good, break the beatles, so she feel like Yoko
Her favorite rapper's Gerald, but now she's into Bobby
She grew up in Snob Hill in Fresco hella snotty
She seen it all, so she's so unimpressed by my Ferrari (Vroom)
Her attitude'll sting, I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)
[ G-Eazy]
Takin' it back to the days I was emailin' blogs my own music, man
Shout out Pigeons and Planes, shout out to Confusion, yeah
I mean it was a time you had to be there
Just kids with bright eyes and big dreams, man
Me and Bobby go back like seats and scrapers, come on
Yeee, ayy
Hahaha
Shout out Coose my goose
Shout out Jesse Camp
Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, ayy, uh
Shout out Tyler Yee
Shout out Bobby Bruderle
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