THE EMANCIPATION (feat. DC2Trill, Draft Day & Lil Yachty)

Wassup baby
Come here, take a seat
Take off your shoes at the door
It's the concrete boys
Let's get it
It's us

How you ain't know?
Money from the floor (damn), stackin' tall as a buffalo (damn)
Double o, money 'front of that
In my right ear, [montear?] like I feed a [?] to a baby deer (bee)
I run up fifteens for the minimal every year (go)
I pour the wockesha in my [?] (damn, damn, damn)
I put several bitches on a jet, take 'em out time
Put 'em hoes on [?] sound
(I—) I'm walkin' around wit' that f&n, I'm locked and loaded
Fuck my new bitch [?] (yeah)
Poppin' percs like prozac
I've been turnt out to know that
Give a fuck 'bout these niggas on (fuck)
Call up [?]
Scuffy braids, jim jones
Ballin' out, nba
Fuck what these rap niggas say, I am not intimidated
[?] maybach, [?]
I got her, damn, she was baited
Concrete boys made that noise
My brother's like: We're related
It's us

Mhm, eyes closed, ears wide open
Fifty-million, put it on draft
Fifty-million, I put it on dc, nigga
Yeah
Stop it
Gotta fuckin' dig us
The boys

We gon' make it
Niggas still hatin'
My young niggas takin'
And pour a two, that shit basic
[?] we went to Colombia and replaced that wit' the braces
I'm high, I put on auto-drive, I don't know if I'ma make it
Brought two girls like it's two of me
Walk in the spot smooth with ease
Bling blaow, comin' off my wrist and it's concrete pieces (bling blaow)
Heard your street car over, you was fined leasin'
Panoramic view from the screen when we baggin' up
H. Lorenzo shoppin': Aye, check the tag, nigga bag it up
Ran off on the plug, he unconnected, trap laggin' up (damn)
I know I can make six figures with this rappin' stuff
Nigga fuck yo' gang, I'm with the 'crete
You ain't one of us

Forty-five, ninety-five, three of us
Niggas ain't seein' us
Stones on me, cool
But you know I keep that heater tucked
They doin' less money gain, we just get to spendin' (God)
Got her askin' questions like: How the fuck y'all did it?
Case closed, all us niggas ten toes wit' it (us)
They ain't us, baby, we the ones who really did it (us)
With ease, got the bag, I stressin' shit (stressin' shit)
Spend a million on a car, we ain't stressin' it (stressin' it)
Know it's 'crete till I'm six feet, gon' represent
Know them boys pullin' up like the president
Know that show sold out, got that shit sold up
Yeah, we global now
Baby, this shit bigger than us

Yeah, you bitch ass niggas
This shit bigger than Jesus Christ, amen
You heard what I said, pussy ass nigga
Come on, I know what it is
It's us