Yeah, yeah
I was dreaming of the blue skies with the palm trees
And the bad-apple rappers thinking they can stop me
I know you ain’t on my side, please don’t tryna cross me
Baby, just go for your own and please get off these
Get yo’ act up (Oh)
Get yo’ act up, lil’ boy (Okay)
Get yo’ act up (Oh)
Back to 2020, lil’ kid, I was maxed up
Baby, you’s not my friend, that was the last one
You be behind, but act like you past us (Grrr… aah!)
Seems like, nowadays, rappers want a name, dog (Huh?)
You get money, that don’t change the fact you changed, dog (Yessir)
Everyday, writing raps, can’t get a day off
I’m just hoping that all of this hard work pay off (Okay)
Rappеrs stay soft, stay up in yo’ lane, dog
Have a faceoff, you can’t facе-to-face with me (Huh)
I cook bread in my hands, that’s a bakery (Huh)
I just sonned you, rapper (Huh?), why you throwing shade at me? (Ayy)
I was dreaming of the blue skies with the palm trees (Ayy, ayy, ayy; that’s crazy)
And the bad-apple rappers thinking they can stop me
I know you ain’t on my side, please don’t tryna cross me
Baby, just go for your own and please get off these
Get yo’ act up (Oh)
Get yo’ act up, lil’ boy (Okay)
Get yo’ act up (Oh)
Back to 2020, lil’ kid, I was maxed up
Baby, you’s not my friend, that was the last one, yeah
You be behind, but act like you past us
You be behind but act like you past us
You be behind but act like you past us
You be behind but act like you past us
I was dreaming of the blue skies with the palm trees
And I woke up on the beach and couldn’t believe I got sleep
I was chillin’ with a beach bum, we smokin’ coral reefer
Only swim in cat, dog, just don’t call PETA
‘Cause these sea turtles get shell shocked
And the seagulls gon’ all flock
Hand the court case to the bellhop, kick my feet out, ah
They be behind, but they act like they past us
I’m the reigning king of this motherf#ckin’ sand castle
I be dropping caskets, while they drop your casket
Hit her from the behind, now where should I shoot these b#stards?
It’s heaven on earth
I guess she was right when she say one day you’ll get what you deserve
Fresh to death, out the morgue
I’m more wavy, boogie board
And I’m dancing on you boys, never falling on my sword
And my showboat don’t need oars
All these palm trees, I need more
Sweeping stardust is my chore, ’cause they ceiling is my floor
Saying goodbye to them tan lines, and this here is a private island
And the coconuts talking crazy to me, I might be going senile
Lil’ Coro
I was dreaming of the blue skies with the palm trees (Ayy, ayy, ayy; that’s crazy)
And the bad-apple rappers thinking they can stop me
I know you ain’t on my side, please don’t tryna cross me
Baby, just go for your own and please get off these
Get yo’ act up (Oh)
Get yo’ act up, lil’ boy (Okay)
Get yo’ act up (Oh)
Back to 2020, lil’ kid, I was maxed up
Baby, you’s not my friend, that was the last one, yeah
You be behind, but act like you past us
You be behind but act like you past us
You be behind but act like you past us
You be behind but act like you past us
I was dreaming of the blue skies with the palm trees
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