HS87, Kent M$ney, Cocaine 80's, Travis Scott, Hit-Boy - Enormous lyrics

They say when you lose don’t lose the lesson
But it’s hard to live in peace
When you’re used to stressin' and I admit
Man, I’m still getting used to blessings
Because these kids in the struggle
That’s youth depression
I guess that’s how you’re supposed to
Feel when every moment is surreal
And every woman that you’re running to
Is unaware of your skill
Niggas try to hack you or
Bring you down like Shaquille
But you know you got that potent shit
You just hope it appeal
Young OG on the field
This is white glove rap
If white people feel that all blacks love rap
They who cut us the deals
And the bad contracts
Stil we sign it, cause the cars out there
We wanna be riding fly and shit

Toast a champagne with my real niggas
Screamin pain of your shame niggas
Van Gogh picture, ain’t it gorgeous?
Look at this life we built
Ain’t it enormous?
Hold up, wasn't one of your niggas informant?
Dropping them name tags
Hold up was he mormon?

Man, I’m high as fuck right now
I know my momma ain’t gonna like that
But she know my sacrifices
And I don’t have many vices
Always gone just like I’m high
And hard to find like a satisfy
Bet you my bday always got a new dress
But don’t like how much that she weight
Niggas wanna ride Benz
But they ain’t driving
Niggas be clubbin the LIV
But still ain’t living
Yeah, I admit, I am a part of the problem
I go out and get paid
I go hard for the bitches when
I used to stay home
Now these bitches in my section
Get their champagne on
Aye if you wanna get her
Better and not wait long
Cause she study with jady and
Judy and the great stone
Ah fuck it nigga we on

I ain’t lying, put that in a spect between
My teeth and I’m sizing
But this bitch in the diamonds, designing
Like who life you aligning
Spend the time and do criming
And no way why these bitch niggers chiming
Only can sort importance to
Gain aportion proportions
And hold a bunch of the corpses
The ugly wives or the gorgeous
We’re the victims
Notorized only when it’s a victim
Justifying lies we’re coming
To crime acceptum it’s the sick niggers who
Only can wish better and numb feelings
We love em through spent cheddar
My momma always told me don’t
Fall in love with material
But nothing matched the feeling of
Finding toys in your cereal so here we go

Now we’re on our way to zero, zero, zeros
That’s countless for all our mommas
Money, music and marijuana
Now we’re on our way to zeros, zeros, zeros
That’s countless for all our mommas
Money, music and marijuana we own