(What a day at the park) The Estate Sale(What a day at the park)(Gangsta Grillz)Yeah, I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggyHad to switch the hue 'cause them La boys smuggyBut more likely to get hurt by somebody who love meMy lady, she don't trust me, know I'm a sick puppyKnow that women throw themselves at me and men want meAnything could happen for attention and rent moneyI got so much on my plate, that's why I sit funnySo many hand-outs, so much back bendingSo much entitlement my family be actin' inSo many white diamonds, yеah, I got jungle feverBut thеy didn't raise me, so shout out black womenSo much commentin', show me what you good atTell me the highs of the valley that your boots stood atYou couldn't fit in my loafers if you took a steroidAnd I wouldn't handle your baggage if I had a bellboyI'm rarely replying to texts, barely enjoying the sexI got a pain in my chestthat's from suppressin' the stressLionel, he know me the bestTold me I know the answer, but Clancy, hegave me the best advice that I heard in a sec'I need to call me a jet, I need to pack me a bagI need to get me a cabin, need some scrimmage in chessI could've bought me some landI went and flooded my neckI say this shit with my chestI am like one of the best (Greatest)I am a workaholic and I need to get me some restI'd rather get these ideas offI'd rather not steer off my pathI'm so scared of going back to my pastI work, I swear it's hard not shaking that fear offWhite boy said I brag too muchthe black kid said it's inspiringDuality is tiring, my girl would kill meif she knew the things I was desiringSuppressing it, get it out the wayI put the sirens in, yeah(What a day at the park)(What a day at the park) Don't get it confused(What a day at the park) You could neverLook, I don't fuck with partiesI don't fuck with the paparazziNever have I drove a Hellcat or a MaseratiNever needed others for my personal validationShe ain't gettin'touched if she cannot hold a conversationNever had a bulky Richard Mille as a wristwatchI never seen Amiri, never posted on TiktokI never had desire for promethazine in a sodaNever made eye contact with a woman in Fashion NovaNever had to fit in no laneNever wore Beats By Dre headphonesto get a video made, uhBunnyhop validated, pedalingHittin' wheelieslike Chris retaliated, just look aroundEvery opportunity allocatedI put so many niggas on, you thought Dj Khaled made itFrom cold showers, I used to hate itNow I'm spendin' fifteen for the new roofit ain't renovatedI could see the oceanwhere I sleep and the house is gatedNo Calabasas, I Brentwood it or Palisade itThe freckled girls articulatingart got me salivating (I love it)Wall is Henry Taylor with the trunksI be playing JengaThe last tour, dog, I cleaned houseThey mad I made it, I'm so conceitedFeeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduatedAfter album fiveI got syndicated, you want the old T?Sorry G, that picture fadedCome get wit' me(What a day at the park) I like to call that(What a day at the park) Oh my GodYeah, I'm a dead poet (Poet)tabletop stumpin' (Stumpin')I'm a free spirithave the whole jail jumpin' (Jumpin')Ever since a youngin', moved at my pace(At my own)Scared of having youngins'cause I like my space (Yeah)Selfish ain't the word (Nope)regret ain't either (Nuh-uh)Before you get the huffin' and the puffin'take a breather (Hah-hah-hah)Put yourself first ifyou're livin' with a dream (Put yourself first)Be your biggest cheerleader, motherfuck the teamOne
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(What a day at the park) The Estate Sale
(What a day at the park)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Yeah, I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggy
Had to switch the hue 'cause them La boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me, know I'm a sick puppy
Know that women throw themselves at me and men want me
Anything could happen for attention and rent money
I got so much on my plate, that's why I sit funny
So many hand-outs, so much back bending
So much entitlement my family be actin' in
So many white diamonds, yеah, I got jungle fever
But thеy didn't raise me, so shout out black women
So much commentin', show me what you good at
Tell me the highs of the valley that your boots stood at
You couldn't fit in my loafers if you took a steroid
And I wouldn't handle your baggage if I had a bellboy
I'm rarely replying to texts, barely enjoying the sex
I got a pain in my chest
that's from suppressin' the stress
Lionel, he know me the best
Told me I know the answer, but Clancy, he
gave me the best advice that I heard in a sec'
I need to call me a jet, I need to pack me a bag
I need to get me a cabin, need some scrimmage in chess
I could've bought me some land
I went and flooded my neck
I say this shit with my chest
I am like one of the best (Greatest)
I am a workaholic and I need to get me some rest
I'd rather get these ideas off
I'd rather not steer off my path
I'm so scared of going back to my past
I work, I swear it's hard not shaking that fear off
White boy said I brag too much
the black kid said it's inspiring
Duality is tiring, my girl would kill me
if she knew the things I was desiring
Suppressing it, get it out the way
I put the sirens in, yeah
(What a day at the park)
(What a day at the park) Don't get it confused
(What a day at the park) You could never
Look, I don't fuck with parties
I don't fuck with the paparazzi
Never have I drove a Hellcat or a Maserati
Never needed others for my personal validation
She ain't gettin'
touched if she cannot hold a conversation
Never had a bulky Richard Mille as a wristwatch
I never seen Amiri, never posted on Tiktok
I never had desire for promethazine in a soda
Never made eye contact with a woman in Fashion Nova
Never had to fit in no lane
Never wore Beats By Dre headphones
to get a video made, uh
Bunnyhop validated, pedaling
Hittin' wheelies
like Chris retaliated, just look around
Every opportunity allocated
I put so many niggas on, you thought Dj Khaled made it
From cold showers, I used to hate it
Now I'm spendin' fifteen for the new roof
it ain't renovated
I could see the ocean
where I sleep and the house is gated
No Calabasas, I Brentwood it or Palisade it
The freckled girls articulating
art got me salivating (I love it)
Wall is Henry Taylor with the trunks
I be playing Jenga
The last tour, dog, I cleaned house
They mad I made it, I'm so conceited
Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated
After album five
I got syndicated, you want the old T?
Sorry G, that picture faded
Come get wit' me
(What a day at the park) I like to call that
(What a day at the park) Oh my God
Yeah, I'm a dead poet (Poet)
tabletop stumpin' (Stumpin')
I'm a free spirit
have the whole jail jumpin' (Jumpin')
Ever since a youngin', moved at my pace
(At my own)
Scared of having youngins
'cause I like my space (Yeah)
Selfish ain't the word (Nope)
regret ain't either (Nuh-uh)
Before you get the huffin' and the puffin'
take a breather (Hah-hah-hah)
Put yourself first if
you're livin' with a dream (Put yourself first)
Be your biggest cheerleader, motherfuck the team
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