Silver Lining' (feat. Sauce Walka)

Lil Yachty

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    Mmm, mm, mm, mm
    And I realized, I never seen a rich nigga hate on me
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    Only broke niggas, I ain't gon' say rich niggas ain't hatin' on me
    But they probably just do it in private
    You broke niggas need to take notes
    You'll learn yourself a thing or two, for real

    Pull up to colosseums, hoppin' in front when they see him
    He talkin' to his BM, see that shit, wouldn't wanna be him
    He's speakin' from the outside, lookin' in like there's a seein'
    Pull up big-body Benz, same color sky PM
    The hatred comes from GMs in my DMs
    Never CEOs creepin', leakin' spillage out the mouth
    How they say hip-hop ain't a nigga house when he ain't got a house?
    That land belongs to mama, boy, or whoever the fuck a spouse
    Your daddy should've pulled out and never should've spread her blouse
    FN in my hand, extended mag did not fit in the pouch
    My mother proud of who I am
    My father proud of what I'm 'bout
    No matter where in the world
    Nigga always bound to keep it south
    I fuck her like I'm only thinkin' 'bout myself
    She fuck me like she only thinkin' 'bout my wealth
    A wise note to self, spare your health
    Yeah, the codeine kills, all my side hoes on pills
    My main bitch in college still
    They know I'm down when shit get real
    These niggas squeal, I whip the Rolls like fuck your life
    I'm switchin' lanes, it give her chills
    I'm rich enough to dub all your deals
    They think it's cap, I'm down to show 'em
    Think it's sweet? I'm down to ho 'em
    Five queens in Houston with me
    Gang hit my phone like What you on?
    I said: Texas hold 'em
    Rap niggas, I bet one thing y'all couldn't say is dick y'all never rode
    I need a newer handbook
    Real niggas must switched up the code
    They think it's cool to go and fold
    I know I must be gettin' old
    These young niggas gettin' old

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    Community full of genocides
    A bunch of youngins tryna slip and slide
    This drill a wave, a vicious tide
    You survived? So far we did it
    Lamborghini Aventador so small, I barely fit in
    Moneygram, Louis shorts, the sweater hit the gym
    Who really grindin'? Skateboard P
    New Gucci link, bitch full of diamonds
    Walkin' out the jeweler, my nose up, it's booger timin'
    My name is Al, but she do what I says like I'm Simon
    Stupid niggas never read the silver linin'
    Terms and conditions
    All these worms in the trenches made us vicious
    Have you ever washed your scale in the dishes?
    Fought the police defenseless?
    Still a father to your kids while the baby mama trippin'?
    Listen, baby boy
    Gotta drop your nuts, nigga, Almond Joy
    Know a couple Melvins that got killed for step-daddy noise
    But movin' forward, this is a Royce (Cullinan)
    How I paid for it? Hundun-dun-dun-duns
    Sweet D Willie, every Friday's a honey bun
    Young LA one, ain't I the one? Ouwee
    Ain't I the one?

    Put all your niggas on, they say shit, I done tried that
    Pull up any bitch you want, I bet I fried that
    Four years ago, they hit my house but left the side stash
    I paint her face but went too hard, she need an eye patch
    Can't fuck her if her feet ain't pretty, rub against me like a fire match
    Anywhere we steppin' leavin' marks like a Monster Jam tire track
    Red and green pills intertwined, look like a Scottish flag
    Express my feelings to a bitch, felt like a sandwich bag
    She saw straight through me, I was lyin' like my bed was soft
    Bring the eight to me like I child traffic
    Told her I'd be out, she spammed a wild graphic
    She thought it made me cum, it's only causin' traffic
    Twenty-four karat glasses, give it to my twin
    Shaved pen on every fin
    Double life, I been on both sides of a coin like a thumb
    Like vintage bubblegum, hard to bite
    Ain't broke near none of them, but each every one on ice
    Each every one us fight
    Each every one us strapped

    Ouwee, ouwee, mhm (Splashtown Mafia, splash)
    Who decides war? Will I live to see tomorrow?
    Damn right, a nigga played in this murder Movado
    Codeine straight out the bottle
    Sloppy threesomes, she swallow, but I'm still here for the nachos (cheese, bitch)
    Boy, I know scary niggas that squeeze clips
    What you niggas gon' do in jail without your beam switch?
    Can't believe we flew overseas to have some bean dip
    Costa Rica, can't speak Spanish, so how I'm poppin' chicas?
    Nickelodeon, Rugrats, we grew up slappin' skeeters
    Yellow bone chick all that, you gotta pay to meet her
    Good burger, baby, they tip more when you a good server
    Lil' bro ducked the laws, he's a good swerver
    Codeine got my lip purple
    Step 'bout Stefan, but the clip Urkel
    Lens on it, walk up in the jeweler, drop a Benz on it
    Kill Bill, yellow-black suit, white bitch, homie
    She killin' shit, used to punk rappers over stealin' shit
    Now we ownin' strip clubs and businesses (buildin' it)
    Send an invoice, you wanna bill the bitch, ouwee

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