Freddie Gibbs, Pusha T, Kevin Cossom - Miami Vice lyrics

30, you a fool for this one

You promised me it was all a good thing
Now it's headed for destruction
In the darkness, sun, and daylight
This is so wrong and then it feels right
Oh baby there's no one you drive me crazy
There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby
And you know what kind of life I live
Can't let you play me
There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby
There's no one you drive me crazy
There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby
And you know what kind of life I live
Can't let you play me
There's nowhere I gotta go, oh

Guns go for the low, coke go for the high
When the mules get sprung
We takin' it to the sky
FedEx packagin' is no longer accident
Vindictive baby mothers takin' knees
Like they Kaepernick
Honda Accords for drug lords
And Pop Warner coaches get
Sponsored like world tours
Keep two million in full storages
Ooh! We think bigger, we notorious
Knew the candy lady, became the candy man
757, we call it Candyland
Metro PCS-in', without a data plan
This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan
Home of where them young niggas full up
Money get shown by the way a nigga pull up
Legends got made when a real nigga stood up
'Cause even in a cage
They gon' still throw the hood up like yah!

In the darkness, sun and daylight
This is so wrong and then it feels right
Ooh baby (yeah)
And you know what kind of life I live
Can't let you play me
There's nowhere I gotta go
(yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)

Fifth wheel on a Cadillac
Dope good for my cataracts
One time for them Gary niggas, I bury niggas
I don't battle rap (yeah)
MAC-MAC in a nap sack
Got a mouse trap for them rat-at-ats (yeah)
Right hand on my left wrist
Still whip that good crad da dack (Woo)
In the back of that black Corolla
My chopper and fifty boulders (yeah)
A nigga flow was sick as
Ebola mixed with Corona (yeah)
Man, I know those niggas gon' be your
Soldiers when they think you owe 'em
Shit, it got so deep
I can't trust my homies 'cause niggas know
I got heroin for the low
(The low) Fentanyl for the high (The high)
Fuck the doggy
We cut up that Fetty and mix it down
Thousand package of Perkies import and
I ship it down (yeah)
I catch a flight
Then I catch my shit soon as I hit the town
Now my hoes out
Show up in that new Ferrari Roma
I done showed out fuckin' Gangsta Gibbs
I'm Soulja Slim without the gold mouth
Holdin' fifty bricks up in a drought
I just might hold out
Tears from an opp up in my watch
Them bitches froze out

In the darkness, sun, and daylight
Bitch, holdin' fifty bricks up in a drought
I just might hold out
This is so wrong and then it feels right
Oh baby fuckin' Gangsta Gibbs
I'm Soulja Slim without the gold mouth
There's no one you drive me crazy
There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby
And you know what kind of life I live
Can't let you play me
There's nowhere I gotta go, oh

30, you a fool for this one