Painted (feat. TruCarr) - City Boyy & Tmk

Yeah Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah) Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah Gettin' in and out the Cullinan (skrrt) Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (I set trends) Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh Baguette Richard Mille, yeah, sick, uh, ill, yeah Bitch, I ball for real, yeah, for real, I got skills, yeah Mill after mill, bitch, I'm ill, that's for real, yeah This a double R, but I got F's on my wheel, uh Nigga, fuck your deal, I made your deal in a year, uh Cold-hearted for real, all this ice over here, yeah McLaren hard to steer, please, Jesus, grab the wheel Ain't no skeleton in my closet, it's up on my arm, you dig? Uh I don't fuck with rats or snakes, nickles or pigs, uh Nigga, I got straps on straps, nigga you dig? Uh And I'm gettin' them racks on racks, nigga, you dig? Uh (yeah) And them nothin' but facts on facts, nigga, you dig? (Yeah) Uh, big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah) Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah Gettin' in and out the Cullinan, yeah I was born to win ever since the beginning, yeah I was makin' money I wasn't tryin' to make no friends, yeah Self-made lil' nigga, yeah, I had to get it in, uh Mama was locked up and Granny really didn't have shit, nah Me and pops didn't get along, but rest in peace to him, yeah I ain't have no father figure, nigga, I had figures, yeah I'm a King Leo, nigga, might name my son Simba, uh I remember makin' wishes, now everyday Christmas, yeah, yeah Uh (yeah), big boy shit (big boy shit), yeah (yeah) Brand new Richard Millie, big boy wrist (big boy wrist), yeah I been gettin' it, gettin' it, gettin' it in, (gettin' it in), yeah Gettin' in and out that Cullinan (skrrt) Bitch, I'm not like them, nah, dawg, I set trends (yeah, I did that) Bitch, I just went places 'cause I can (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, another day, another dollar bill (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, I keep on buyin' ice, ain't got no chill, uh (yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Generations, you hear them crack beneath The souls of your shoes they can't help from jumpin' in At first you're fallin', you never felt so free Until we let go then it's nothing intimate Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy Unexpected responsibility Of building a roof right over your lover's head But if there's no means of making my family eat Then I'll find me a place where Where I can rule my feet Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy Our salvation could be within arm's reach Or this foundation is our worst enemy A foundation is a salvation A foundation is a salvation Our foundation (Our foundation) Is our salvation Reach out your arms, touch the ceiling And lay the bricks, now you're feeling (Our foundation) Is our salvation (Is our salvation) Reach out your arms, touch the ceiling And lay the bricks, now you're feeling (Our foundation) Is our salvation (Is our salvation) Reach out your arms, touch the ceiling And lay the bricks, now you're feeling Our foundation is our salvation Our salvation could be within arms reach Our foundation is a salvation Our salvation could be within arm's reach A foundation is a salvation Our salvation be within arm's reach Our salvation could be within arm's reach Our salvation could be within arm's reach