LYRICS: Cordae – Champagne Glasses

Intro: Cordae]
Uh, okay

[Chorus: Cordae]
Conversations gettin’ difficult, I might inform ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your own home had wine cellar
If anyone ever had an issue, gave ’em hell
I received my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
All people celebratin’ with they champagne glasses
I’m simply sittin’ stuffed with ache as I’m tourin’ the nation
Thought the stress-free life was gon’ include the cash (Uh)

[Verse 1: Cordae]
I received my head up within the clouds livin’ off daydreamin’
Nonetheless excessive up off of life, I do know my mild ray beamin’
Bought up out river, nigga, now I’m straight mainstreamin’
Flowin’ heavy, ‘member uncle drove a Chevy on his wrist
Was a stolen Rollie Presi’, couldn’t inform him shit
Vanity is lethal, within the second, rattling, he relished it
Matchin’ chain, embellished it, drug vendor desires with jail nightmares
Was kind uncommon, and if the shoe suits, I’ll purchase the appropriate pair
However shit be gettin’ worser by the second, I’m guessin’
Put a smile up on my face ’trigger life is all ’bout notion
Inform my niggas that I’m completely satisfied, happiness manifestin’
Although it’s fairly the alternative, however shit, I’m digressin’, okay

[Chorus: Cordae & Freddie Gibbs]
Conversations gettin’ difficult, I might inform ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your own home had wine cellar
If anyone ever had an issue, gave ’em hell
I received my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
All people celebratin’ with they champagne glasses
I’m simply sittin’ stuffed with ache as I’m tourin’ the nation (Large Rabbit)
Thought the stress-free life was gon’ include the cash (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Conversations gettin’ difficult, investigated now (Yeah, yeah)
You’ll be able to’t shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Know what?)
Large VL for all times, the largest rabbit within the nation now (Yeah, yeah)
You’ll be able to’t shit on me, you pussy niggas is constipated now (Ugh)
Niggas can’t shit on me, piss the set, journey on me (Nah)
Play me like I’m pussy and when you in her, I burn like syphilis, G
Youngin did a bid for me, I’ma slide for him ’trigger he slid for me
Know that you simply feelin’ this gangsta shit, I can really feel all of it up in your power (Yeah, yeah)
Bought her pregnant as soon as, I gave her backstage passes
Experience with that soiled, I do know my shit soiled, I’d slightly get caught than get blasted
Crackers don’t perceive nothin’, can by no means, they deal with us like cargo, they stashed us
I simply sit again and get excessive and I simply suppose ’bout how lengthy this rap shit gon’ final us (Oh, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Cordae]
Conversations gettin’ difficult, I might inform ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your own home had wine cellar
If anyone ever had an issue, gave ’em hell
I received my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
All people celebratin’ with they champagne glasses
I’m simply sittin’ stuffed with ache as I’m tourin’ the nation
Thought the stress-free life was gon’ include the cash,

[Harmonica Solo: Stevie Wonder]