​​where’s the confetti? lyrics

[Intro]
Yo

[Verse]
Where the confetti?
n*ggas get shot, like the camera ready
Like my shooters work at Polaroid
n*ggas got Grammy energy, I got source awards
Sober thoughts drowning in this liquor
I been sipping on
Living on my last breath
Chopper still sing like it's Labrinth
A lab rat?
Please, I'm richer than Davenport
Where's the holy grail n*gga?
I fill it with seven pours of that brown liquor
Drink it 'til my speech's got a slur
Man, I see the cracks through the mansion windows
Narrow in and see they use their silver spoons for heroin
f*ck rock throwing, I'm shooting outside your glass house
Squeezing until a n*gga fall and pass out
Please, never took Xans, I took senzu beans
Cold as ice
Play tag with my Jesus piece
Tell anxiety to suck my di*k
I went from panic attack to Patek
Went from plan of attack to a tech, n*gga
I'm two-face Annie
I can wish a n*gga well then drop his girl panties
I'm invincible
Read the lines they on Kindle
Got more bars than cell signals
Heart ain't empty it's sinful
Resentful, cause most of y'all still hating, how?
When your favourite looking up to me like a nosebleed
n*gga please, I was like you
Took an L as employee, now I'm owner
Diamonds colder than the flu season and pneumonia
And the mic still bloody n*gga this ain't toner
When the game need heart, I'm a f*cking donor
I'm a lynx-eyed, ignorant, scared to die, hypocrite
Samurai, villainous, danger like syphilis
I know n*ggas built the pyramids
I know sh*t ain't sweet but some licorice
Cause if you think outside the box they might put you in a box
Get down, they already throwing us rocks
I'm the type to catch it, throw it back like a SremmLife record
Came back like I resurrected
The fact of the matter is
f*ck all my nemeses and they distant relatives
Not playing with you averages
It's flattering
You think he f*ck with jev.?
Hmmm negative
f*ck you girl right back to sleep like a sedative
The crown on my cranium is decorative
I been on your asses for five years consecutive
The Benz all white like it's gentrified
Know you sick inside when you see a n*gga thrive, surprise!
n*gga I'ma roll down the window
And start shooting everybody at the pity party
I got targets on my back
Y'all got V's on your back
Ain't scared of you n*ggas, Bernie Mac
[Outro]
Where the confetti?
n*ggas get shot, like the camera
Where the confetti?
n*ggas get shot, like the camera ready
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