CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The iPhone 108
Aye
Try to be anything but predictable
I didn't want the cookies
Wanted to lick the bowl
Haa haa
I was just a lil different n***a
Right meant left to me
1 plus 1 equaled 3 to me
Different calculations
Darker races can't be racist
Conversations complicated
Conscious caved in
Not my native
I was raised in 8th letter
5th letter L-L
The f**k n***a?
Aye
We been waiting for you a while
Aboriginal child
Golden wit your morale
Eating off yo plate
f**k you keep goin to Golden Coral
Your new years starts in March
That's when Marcus Garvey was round
Yeah n***a but a lot of things changed since then
When they say home of the brave
They ain't talking bout yo mutha f**kin ass
Land of the free
Where?
b*t*h I'll
Baba booey n***a
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hologram yo Hollywood and pop up in yo momma hood
Like bottles and the bibles do it
How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to grow?
That's some surface level ass sh*t
That's how we keep a n***a down
If it look like sh*t
It prolly is sh*t
It prolly smells like sh*t
You in some sh*t
And you don't know
What mutha f**king sh*t to clean first
Rise and shine through it all
n***a rise and shine through it all
Shine through it all
Shine through it all
Imma wait in my space ship
I'm tired of being basic
I'm tired of being the iPhone 5
I'm on the 108th one
The reverse of yo brains blown out
I'm tryna push this sh*t forward
I'm not tryna always makes sense
As much as I'm tryna make you feel something
How y'all not sick of the same stories
Weight on yo neck what them chains doing
Stayed on yo neck that was out of respect
For the sake of greatness and this Hip Hop
Far from yo J. Cole and Kendrick
Andre 9000 that's homage
Tryna do better but I still want Cadillac seats
Color butter like Amish
n***as not buying designer
We buying they last names
That's how that slave sh*t playing nowadays
So it's either it's me or Dior
We don't belong here
Yeah
Stop telling n***as to go back to Afrika
When n***as already been here
And we ain't finna leave
Aborigine
Originator
Big Chief b*t*h
When California was Queen Califia
Golden state wars
We not imports
Look at all the bullsh*t we been through
So called beef wit you know who
Every time you look up at a star that's proof
Who you gon' call
God is you
Try to be anything but predictable
I didn't want the cookies
Wanted to lick the bowl
Haa haa
I was just a lil different n***a
Right meant left to me
1 plus 1 equaled 3 to me
Different calculations
Darker races can't be racist
Conversations complicated
Conscious caved in
Not my native
I was raised in 8th letter
5th letter L-L
The f**k n***a?
Aye
We been waiting for you a while
Aboriginal child
Golden wit your morale
Eating off yo plate
f**k you keep goin to Golden Coral
Your new years starts in March
That's when Marcus Garvey was round
Yeah n***a but a lot of things changed since then
When they say home of the brave
They ain't talking bout yo mutha f**kin ass
Land of the free
Where?
b*t*h I'll
Baba booey n***a
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hologram yo Hollywood and pop up in yo momma hood
Like bottles and the bibles do it
How am I supposed to know?
How am I supposed to grow?
That's some surface level ass sh*t
That's how we keep a n***a down
If it look like sh*t
It prolly is sh*t
It prolly smells like sh*t
You in some sh*t
And you don't know
What mutha f**king sh*t to clean first
Rise and shine through it all
n***a rise and shine through it all
Shine through it all
Shine through it all
Imma wait in my space ship
I'm tired of being basic
I'm tired of being the iPhone 5
I'm on the 108th one
The reverse of yo brains blown out
I'm tryna push this sh*t forward
I'm not tryna always makes sense
As much as I'm tryna make you feel something
How y'all not sick of the same stories
Weight on yo neck what them chains doing
Stayed on yo neck that was out of respect
For the sake of greatness and this Hip Hop
Far from yo J. Cole and Kendrick
Andre 9000 that's homage
Tryna do better but I still want Cadillac seats
Color butter like Amish
n***as not buying designer
We buying they last names
That's how that slave sh*t playing nowadays
So it's either it's me or Dior
We don't belong here
Yeah
Stop telling n***as to go back to Afrika
When n***as already been here
And we ain't finna leave
Aborigine
Originator
Big Chief b*t*h
When California was Queen Califia
Golden state wars
We not imports
Look at all the bullsh*t we been through
So called beef wit you know who
Every time you look up at a star that's proof
Who you gon' call
God is you
