Cordae - Gifted (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Cordae - Gifted (en) Lyrics
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Livin' out my dream, my life
is different (Different)
If I want it, then I'ma
get it (Get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
'Cause I'm gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift
is (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I'm gifted
(Ah, ah, ah)
'Cause I'm gifted
Uh, I got a whole lotta people
that's been countin' on me
Got this bad lil' shawty
goin' down on the D
I met shorty and we connected
like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared
like, "Voilà"
I told niggas that I would make
it, they said, "No way"
Watch them niggas that might
eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin' on the E-
Way with the hеat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crossеs
but I still keep a piece
See, I was twelve years
with the Tommy fit
Fifteen, crankin' "Bobby Bitch"
I was seventeen years on this Earth
When I popped a Perc',
made my body itch
Need a pound of blow when
I'm drownin' slow
I was down below, word to Roddy Ricch
We was slap-boxin', no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference
with a lotta shit
And my grandma got a lotta kids
Bought whips foreign, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, nigga, this the shit
that I asked for
'Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my momma cry over homicides
Now she down to fly,
she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandmomma a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
No credit, check, straight cash, card
Nigga, no stress, I progress
That's Mos Def like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don't do no facade
They caught me slidin' on the E-
Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses
but I still keep a piece
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