N95 lyrics

by

Baby Keem


[Intro]
Hello, new world, all the boys and girls
I got some true stories to tell
You're back outside, but they still lied
Woah-oh-oh-oh (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Take off the foo-foo, take off the clout chase
Take off the Wi-Fi
Take off the money phone, take off the car loan
Take off the flex and the white lies
Take off the weird-ass jewelry
I'ma take ten steps, then I'm taking off top five
Take off thеm fabricated streams and them microwavе memes
It's a real world outside (Take that sh*t off)
Take off your idols, take off the runway
Take off to Cairo (Take that sh*t off)
Take off to Saint-Tropez, five-day stay
Take a quarter mill', hell, if I know
Take off the front flag, take off perception
Take off the cop with the eye patch
Take off the unloyal, take off the unsure
Take off decisions I lack (Take it off)
Take off the fake deep, take off the fake woke
Take off the, “I'm broke, I care” (Take it off)
Take off the gossip
Take off the new logic that if I'm rich, I'm rare (Take it off)
Take off the Chanel, take off the Dolce, take off the Birkin bag
(Take it off)
Take all that designer bullsh*t off, and what do you have?

[Chorus]
b*tch, huh, huh, ugh
You ugly as f*ck (You outta pocket)
Huh, two ATMs
You steppin' or what? (You outta pocket, huh)
Who you think they talk about?
Talk about us (You outta pocket)
Who you think they copy off? (Shoot, shoot)
Copy off us (Get back in pocket)

[Verse 2]
The world in a panic
The women is stranded, the men on a run
The prophets abandoned, the law take advantage
The market is crashin', the industry wants
n*ggas and b*tches to sleep in a box
While they makin' a mockery followin' us
This ain't Monopoly, watchin' for love
This ain't monogamy, y'all gettin' f*cked
Jumpin' on, what the hell is that?
I gotta relax when I feel (Huh, facts)
All my descendants
They come in my sleep and say I am too real (Huh, facts)
I'm done with the sensitive, takin' it personal
Done with the black and the white
The wrong and the right
You hopin' for change and clericals
I know the feelings that came with burial's cries
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, ugh
You ugly as f*ck (You outta pocket)
Huh, two ATMs
You steppin' or what? (You outta pocket)
Who you think they talk about?
Talk about us (You outta pocket)
Who you think they copy off? (Shoot, shoot)
Copy off us

[Bridge]
Servin' up a look, dancin' in a drought
Hello to the big stepper, never losin' count
Ventin' in the safe house
Ventin' in the sa—

[Verse 3]
Can I vent all my truth? I got nothin' to lose
I got problems and pools, I can swim on my faith
Cameras movin' whenever I'm movin'
The family suin' whatever I make
Murder is stackin', the president actin'
Yhe government taxin' my funds in the bank
Homies attracting the feds when I'm bracking
Look at my reaction, my pupils on skates (Hold up, hold up)
Let's think about this for a second (Let's go)
Tell me what you would do for aesthetic (Let's go)
Would you sell your soul on credit? (Let's go)
Would you sell your bro for leverage? (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel they the only ones relevant? (Let's go)
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel they the only ones relevant? (Let's go)
[Outro: Bright Campa & Kendrick Lamar]
You outta pocket (This sh*t hard)
You entertain the mediocre, need to stop (This sh*t hard)
You entertainin' old friends when they toxic (This sh*t hard)
What your life like? Bullsh*t (This sh*t hard)
What the f*ck is cancel culture, dawg?
Say what I want about you n*ggas, I'm like Oprah, dawg
I treat you crackers like I'm Jigga, watch, I own it all
Oh, you worried 'bout a critic? That ain't protocol (b*tch)
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