Cordae - Saturday Mornings (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

Yeah, ayy
Uhuh, yeah
Lord
Ayy
Yeah

I'm dealing with a lot of problems
Don't know if y'all can relate
Feeling like Rod Wave
I got a lot on my plate
And I can really use a stress reliever
'Cause where I'm from
They catchin' bullets like the best receivers
The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber
The most effective leaders have
Closed mouths and open ears
Likе the Nile, I can flow for years
I rеally got my own sneaker
Used to shop at Sears
Rap niggas lying through their teeth
Though, these are not veneers


Skipping through the airport
But soon will hop on Lears
I conquer fears, running up them Ms
And drive my mama tears
I love Jim Carrey, but don't fuck with yes-men
I need honest ears when in the studio
Turned down a movie role to finish the album
I pray the outcome is good
Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took
A nigga out of the hood
Carrying water, chopping the wood
But you gon' always have motion
If the product is good
Lord knows it's crazy
How I can just text Hov
And run plays on the weekend
It's more than just XOs
When I dropped my first album
Was nervous, my chest froze
Plans gon' be executed like niggas on death row
Bought a new fuckin' crib
But that shit is in escrow
'Cause my credit score low as
My self-esteem, but I grow
It's a yellow beam when I glow
I have mellow dreams when I smoke
To my fellow kings, keep the hope
I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning
Acting wild like a Black & Mild
We smoked the opponent
I prayed and hoped for this moment
And if I post it, I own it
No cap for me, we get money like athletes
Like the eighth man on the Wizards
That's more of a match for me
If we being completely honest
Me and the mic got chemistry
Boy, I got this down to a science
I promise you, I ain't lyin'
Get love in every borough
My niggas are very thorough
Wish a nigga would like Timmy, bro
Send 'em to Fairy World
Never wore a Jheri curl like
Mike Jack in the 80s
I might crash the Mercedes
My life flashed from a baby
I reminisce on the daily
My penmanship which had pay me
It's time to get the bacon
This shit is biscuits and gravy
Time to break fast, to keep it real
How long the fake last?
New year, same goals
Stay out the way and make cash, huh
The competition, damn, we way passed
I need more real love and less fake laughs, huh

Just let it breathe
Let it breathe
(Now put your hands in the sky
If you feel the vibe) Yeah
Let it breathe
(Now put your hands in the sky
If you feel the vibe)
Just let it breathe

Uh
I need more real love and less fake laughs
I wear this mean mug like a face mask
She give me real love with that fake ass
It fit me like a glove, OJ hands
I'ma need a little love from your hatin' ass
Real love, real love, Mary J. playin'
Need less yes-men and more amens
I'ma need more real prayers and less praying hands
I'm smoking straight gas, no brake pads
You smokin' Bubba Dub, nigga, straight trash
I get more camel toe than them Arabs
She deep throat the whole dick
But couldn't take half
I take a nigga life before he take the stand
Take some drugs then
Take off, take some when I land
You standing on business, I'm a businessman
I'm a goat, nigga, you a sacrificial lamb
You a teddy bear, nigga, you a Teddy Graham
You sweet as jelly-jam, honey glazed deli ham
Bubblegum candy yams, my gun never jam
I got a heavy hand, but hold it like a Steadicam
Am I talking to the martians when I pray, man?
I need to know is there
A heaven or just Space Jam?
And it's Saturday morning every day, man
Young Carter and Cordae, man, all day, man
Why they playin'?
Elvis has left the building, went to Graceland
And if it ain't a red flag, then it's a red flag
And if it ain't Mula Baby, then I ain't the dad
I need my head scanned
Yeah, I need more hard drugs, less annoyed plugs
I need the astronaut pack with asteroid buds
Blunt look like a rocket ship, yeah, we goin' up
Coffee in a styrofoam cup
Good morning, it's Saturday