Saturday Mornings (feat. Lil Wayne) (Explicit) - Cordae

Yeah ayy

Yeah

Lord

Ayy

Yeah

I'm dealing with a lot of problems

I know if y'all can relate

Feeling like Rod Wave

I got a lot on my plate

And I can really use

A stress reliever

'Cause where I'm from they catchin' bullets

Like the best receivers

The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber

The most effective leaders have

Closed mouths and open ears

Like the Nile I can flow for years

I really got my own sneaker

Used to shop at Sears

Rap niggas lying through their

Teeth though these are not veneers

Skipping through the airport

But soon will hop on Lears

I conquer fears running up them M's

And drive my momma tears

I love Jim Carrey

But don't **** with yes-men

I need honest ears when in the studio

Turned down a movie role

To finish the album

I pray the outcome is good

Clayton Bigsby y'all done took

A nigga out of the hood

Carrying water chopping the wood

But you gon' always have motion

If the product is good

Lord knows it's crazy how

I can just text HOV

And run plays on the weekend

It's more than just XO's

When I dropped my first album

I was nervous my chest froze

Plans gon' be executed like

Niggas on death row

Bought a new ******* crib

But that **** is in escrow

'Cause my credit score low

As my self-esteem but I grow

It's a yellow beam when I glow

I have mellow dreams when I smoke

To my fellow kings keep the hope

I thank Elohim that I woke up this morning

Acting wild like a Black Mild

We smoked the opponent

I prayed and hoped for this moment

And if I post it I own it

No cap for me we get money like athletes

Like the eighth man on the Wizards

That's more of a match for me

If we being completely honest

Me and the mic got chemistry

Boy I got this down to a science

I promise you I ain't lying

Get love in every borough

My niggas are very thorough

Wish a nigga would like Timmy

Bro send 'em to Fairy World

Never wore a jerry curl like

Mike Jack in the 80's

I might crash the Mercedes

My life flashed from a baby

I reminisce on the daily

My penmanship which had pay me

It's time to get the bacon

This **** is biscuits and gravy

Time to break fast to keep it real

How long the fake last

New year same goals

Stay out the way and make cash

The competition damn

We way passed

I need more real love

And less fake laughs huh

Just let it breath

Let it breath

Now put your hands in the sky

If you feel the vibe

Yeah let it breath

Now put your hands in the sky

If you feel the vibe

Just let it breath

Uh

I need more real love and less fake laughs

I wear this mean mug like a facemask

She give me real love with that fake a*s

It fit me like a glove OJ hands

I'ma need a little love from your hatin' a*s

Real love real love Mary J playin'

Need less yes-men and more amen's

I'ma need more real prayers

And less praying hands

I'm smoking straight gas no brake pads

You smoking Bubba Dub nigga straight trash

I get more camel toe than them Arabs

She deep throat the whole d**k

But couldn't take half

I take a nigga life before he take the stand

Take some d**gs then take off

Take some when I land

You standing on business

I'm a business man

I'm a goat nigga

You a sacrificial lamb

You a teddy bear nigga

You a Teddy Graham

You sweet as jelly-jam

Honey glazed deli ham

Bubblegum candy yams

My gun never jam

I got a heavy hand

But hold it like a Steadicam

Am I talking to the martians

When I pray man

I need to know is there

A heaven or just Space Jam

And it's Saturday morning everyday man

Young Carter and Cordae

Man all day man

Why they playing

Elvis has left the building

Went to Graceland

And if it ain't a red flag

Then it's a red flag

And if it ain't Mula Baby

Then I ain't the dad

I need my haters scanned

Yeah I need more hard d**gs

Less annoying plugs

I need the astronaut pack

With asteroid buds

Blunt look like a rocket ship

Yeah we going up

Coffee in a styrofoam cup

Good morning it's Saturday