Barack Obama, ha! Is that some kind of sauce?
That's Lido!

Goddamn, I got Balencies in the bathroom
I used to be feening for ‘em, dreaming in the classroom
Turned in my exam, right then I knew it’d be the last room
For school I walk into felt my potential getting past due</

Yeah
Walk into the party and I spotted shawty
She holdin’ a beer
And she turn and smile
Yeah, I know she got here before me
But look like her pupils are clear

I been cravin’ a sober connection
Confession I knew that she’d probably be here
Because during the week

Yeah

Clock strike ten
Hunnid twenty minutes till the party 'posed to end
Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen
Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend
Pardon my French, ooh, oui
Askin' around, who's she? I swear I gotta get her
Accordin' to t

Cinderella, you sound like me
I remember you from my dreams
When I'm with you, you make time freeze
(Ooh, ooh)
Cinderella, who I might be
Doesn't matter if I'm icy
No agenda, you love blindly
(Ooh, ooh)

Maybe I'm out of my mind
I'm used to hanging with dimes

Can't let (can't let)
Nobody take (take)
Take (take), take (take)
Take my crown (take)

Can't let (can't let)
Nobody take (take)
Take (take), take (take)
Take my crown (take)

Cold hand, sharp pencil
I scribbled a stanza
As my hands are trembling
Gra

No more, fake love
Fake love, fake nah, nah
I want designer, -signer, -signer
'Signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer
No more, fake love
Fake love, fake nah, nah

I want designer, -signer, -signer
'Signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer
No more, fake love
Fake love, fa

It's up to you (it's up to you)
Yeah
If fairy tales are true, yeah

Fairy tales are stories with lessons and allegories
That tell us about the world that could be
But I see no mention of bad shorties or niggas sippin' on forties
No heroes inside a book look like me
I

Boy, I spend my time daydreamin' about us
I don't want your love, I just need your touch, yeah
Yeah, I wanna feel but I ain't tryna trust
Know you puts it down so I'm tryna give it up when you want it
I can quench your thirst, babe
Mean that in the worst way
Make a nigga

30, you a motherfuckin' fool nigga

I look at the stars
They asking me what do I see (they asking me what do I see)
I noticed that lately
All them constellations been looking like me (they been looking like me)
Inspired to shine, nigga (inspired to shine)
Inspired to dre

Da, da, da, da
Da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da-da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da-da, da, da, da, da
Da, da

Little black girl from the South
Little black girl run her mouth
Little black girl don't know where to go
'Cause she like to clown and the teachers stay kicki

Niggas be playin', yeah (niggas be playin')
Industry games, yeah (games)
Rappin' but they not in love with it (hmm)
Think it's a shame, yeah (think it's a shame)
I'm 'bout to pop on some other shit
Think it's a game? (think it's a game?)
They don't control where I land (n

Call it intuition, but I'm about to change the world, it’s been my only mission
I built my shit on Instagram, it may appear to glisten
But I knew then it all would fade, I had it made
And I’d eventually get them to listen
I been existing in a world I made my own, but the internet

I can't seem to focus
You don't seem to notice I'm not here
I'm just a mirror
You check your complexion
To find your reflection's all alone
I had to go

Can't you hear me?
I'm not comin' home
Do you understand?
I've changed my plans

'Cause I, I'm in lov

I would rather be at home
Lying next to you
And that is when I ring your phone
Like: What you tryna do?
I promise you won't be alone
Before the night is through
Girl, I swear
That I care
(Look-look)
And I'll be there

I can tell it's you, by the tone like

Feel like nobody take me serious
I know it's a couple that’s probably hearing this
They gon' wonder if this shit apply to 'em
If they had the guts to ask me, I prolly would lie to ’em, yeah
'Cause what's the point if realities vary anyway?
My first love is engaged to be marri

Look, listen
I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool
Diddy introduced me as best of the new school
I'm not too shabby for an Alabama bitch
Fuck gettin' rich

I got respect from heavy hitters and did it without a disc
And now I, came to deliver
I'm off of Twitte

Hm-hm-hm, hmm, hmm
La, da-da-da, da, da-da-da-da, da-daa

I've been watching you across the room
I wanna dance, a dance (a dance)
It's a tug of war for your time
Baby, you're so damn fine
Look so good (so good)
So good
You don't see it all as a sign
Pour some

Clock strike ten, hunnid twenty 'til the party 'posed to end
Lil' mama thicker than the grip up on a pen
Type of ass that make a nigga wanna run and tell a friend
Pardon my French, who we? Askin' around, who's she?
I swear I gotta get her

Accordin' to the homies ain't nobod