DJ Drama - Candler Road lyrics

First Half [Produced by Tim Suby] [Verse 1] I ain't lovin' these fake hoes, room smellin' like 8 Swishers Room service like 2K, NBA, I'm ballin', n***a All them n***as, fallin' like Autumn, n***a Talkin' sh**, I saw them n***as, now their daughter want a picture Rough ain't it? f** famous n***as too real, got the most haters Wrote a story so Stephen Curry: how it feel to be golden? Why was I chosen? Han*lei Bay with my bae, what can I say? I did it, my timin' was perfect, I'm comin', they know it Becomin' the last great American poet The flow Lindsay Lohan Tired n***a, retire n***a My word is art like a hieroglyphic What island is this? Cabernet, I can smell her talk She wanna swim but can barely walk She 'fraid of sharks, she'd hate my lawyer Atlanta, Georgia, got somethin' for yah I'm doin' somethin', stay wit' it I sport the Oakland A fitted Cause it's moneyball and I'm throwin' funny But all the kids'll go get it God dammit I'm ill I got one question for the haters, is your girl on the pill? I'm playin' though, but like really, really? Second Half [Produced by Childish Gambino] [Interlude] Oh man Oh man, oh man, oh man I got a hook for this, it's like Ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba B-ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba Na-na-di-ma-ma-ma I love you all the time Somethin' like that [Verse 2] I'm the man forever They can't let a n***a live cause the life is better 85 everyday, why'd I bring this sweater? I fell asleep on the beach, tiny pink umbrella Fell out of my drink, she yellin', "What we doin' tonight?" 50k their first week, you ain't doin' it right Young Bino best friends with the show promoters Good year, my career is floatin', it's all me Cause I stay real, the worst pain, n***as don't feel Cause they ain't feel a n***a, tried to k** a n***a But he still went stupid Silver stones on her and the game so clueless These n***as ain't us Hopin' that I diss you back so I can make you famous I'm just tired of haters The AK goin' off, sound like cicadas We the clique all day, man I'm so Decatur Me and Fam backstage, yeah I know you hate us But you gotta pay us Let 'em speak at my peak in the game for a minute But I don't know how All these light skinned n***as came back in style Ye lied to us, pretty girls at my concerts Flow so cold so you know it was my verse Stank attitude but I like the way she diddy bop Puffin' white O's, body bang somethin' Nitty Scott They want the old Bino so they try to rewind The new Bino too ahead of his time In a couple of years, they'll have to say I birthed a couple careers Chances are I get your boy a couple of ears, you know it [Outro] Ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba Duh-d-duh-duh-d-duh Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh To love you all the time I don't have words for this part But I know it should sound like this Duh-d-duh-duh-duh-duh To love you all the time