Champagne Glasses (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Stevie Wonder) (Explicit) - Cordae/Freddie Gibbs/Stevie Wonder

Lyrics by：Cordae Dunston/Daniel Hackett/Fredrick Tipton

Uh okay

Conversations gettin' complicated I could tell ya uh

Fifteen was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia

I grew up in them trenches boy your house had wine cellar

If anybody ever had a problem gave 'em hell

I got my auntie brothers daddy cousin backstage passes

Everybody celebratin' with they champagne glasses

I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country

Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money

Uh

I got my head up in the clouds livin' off daydreamin'

Still high up off of life I know my light ray beamin'

Got up out river n***a now I'm straight mainstreamin'

Flowin' heavy 'member uncle drove a Chevy on his wrist

Was a stolen Rollie Presi' couldn't tell him s**t

Arrogance is deadly in the moment d**n he relished it

Matchin' chain embellished it d**g dealer dreams with prison nightmares

Was type rare and if the shoe fits I'll buy the right pair

But s**t be gettin' worser by the second I'm guessin'

Put a smile up on my face 'cause life is all 'bout perception

Tell my n***as that I'm happy happiness manifestin'

Even though it's quite the opposite but s**t I'm digressin' okay

Conversations gettin' complicated I could tell ya uh

Fifteen was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia

I grew up in them trenches boy your house had wine cellar

If anybody ever had a problem gave 'em hell

I got my auntie brothers daddy cousin backstage passes

Everybody celebratin' with they champagne glasses

I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country

Yeah yeah

Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money

Yeah

Conversations gettin' complicated investigated now

Yeah yeah

You can't s**t on me you p***y n***as is constipated now

Know what

Big VL for life the biggest rabbit in the nation now

Yeah yeah

You can't s**t on me you p***y n***as is constipated now

Ugh

N***as can't s**t on me piss the set trip on me

Nah

Play me like I'm p***y and once you in her I burn like syphilis G

Youngin did a bid for me I'ma slide for him 'cause he slid for me

Know that you feelin' this gangsta s**t

I can feel it all up in your energy

Yeah yeah

Got her pregnant once I gave her backstage passes

Ride with that dirty I know my s**t dirty

I'd rather get caught than get blasted

Crackers don't understand nothin' can never they treat us like cargo they stashed us

I just sit back and get high

And I just think 'bout how long this rap s**t gon' last us

Oh yeah yeah

Conversations gettin' complicated I could tell ya uh

Fifteen was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia

I grew up in them trenches boy your house had wine cellar

If anybody ever had a problem gave 'em hell

I got my auntie brothers daddy cousin backstage passes

Everybody celebratin' with they champagne glasses

I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country

Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money you know