Silver Lining Lyrics by Lil Yachty & Sauce Walka
I realized I never seen a rich *** hate on me
You know what I’m saying
Only broke niggas, I ain’t gon’ say rich niggas
Ain’t hating on me, but they probably just do it in private
You broke niggas need to take notes
You’ll learn yourself a thing or two, for real
Pull up to colosseums [?] when they see him
He talking to his BM, see that ***, wouldn’t wanna be him
He’s speaking from the outside looking in like there’s a seeing
Pull up big body Benz, same color sky PM
The hatred comes from GMs in my DM’s
Never CEOs creeping, leaking spillage out the mouth
How they say hip-hop ain’t a *** house when he ain’t got a house?
That land belongs to momma boy or whoever the *** a spouse
Your daddy should’ve pulled out and never should’ve spread a blouse
FN in my hand, extended mag did not fit in a pouch
My mother proud of who I am
My father proud of what I’m ’bout
Don’t matter where at in the world
*** always bound to keep it south
I *** her like I’m only thinking ’bout myself
She *** me like she only thinking ’bout my wealth
A wise note to self, spare your health
Yeah, codeine kills
All my side hoes on pills
My main *** in college still
Ain’t going down when *** get real
These niggas squeal, I whip the Rolls like “*** your life”
I’m switching lanes, it give her chills
I’m rich enough to dub all your deals
They think it’s cap, I’m down to show ’em
Think it’s sweet? I’m down to ho ’em
Five queens in Houston with me
Gang hit my phone like “What you on?”
I said “Texas hold ’em”
Rap niggas, I bet one thing y’all couldn’t say is *** y’all never rode, I need a newer angle
Real niggas must switched up the code
They think it’s cool to go and fold
I know I must be getting old
These young niggas gettin’ old
Community full of genocides
A bunch of youngins tryna slip and slide
This drill a wave, a vicious tide
You survived? So far we did it
Lamborghini, Aventador, door so small I barely fit in
Moneygram, Louis shorts, the sweater hit the gym
Who really grinding? Skateboard P
New Gucci link *** full of diamonds
Walking out the jeweler, my nose up, it’s booger timing
My name is Al but she do what I says like I’m Simon
Stupid niggas never read the silver lining
Terms and conditions
All these worms in the trenches made us vicious
Have you ever washed your scale in the dishes?
Fought the police defenseless
Still a father to your kids while your baby momma trippin’
Listen, baby boy
Gotta drop your nuts, ***, Almond Joy
Know a couple [?] got killed for step-daddy noise
But moving forward, this is a Royce
(Cullinan)
How I pay for it? Hun dundundunduns
Sweet D Willie, every Friday’s a Honey Bun
Young LA one, ain’t I the one, ouwee
Ain’t I the one (The one, the one, the one, the one)
Put all your niggas on, they say ***, I done tried that
Pull up any *** you want, I bet I fried that
Four years ago, they hit my house but left the side stash
I paint her face but went too hard, she need a eye patch
Can’t *** you if her feet ain’t pretty
Rubbing against me like a fire match
Everywhere we stepping leaving marks like a Monster Jam tire track
Red and green pills intertwined look like a Scottish flag
Express my feelings to a ***, felt like a sandwich bag
She saw straight through me, I was lying like my bed was soft
Bring the eight to me like I child traffic
Told her I’d be out, she spammed a wild graphic
She thought it made me ***, it’s only causing traffic
24 karat glasses, give it to my twin
Shaved pen on every fin
Double life, I been on both sides of a coin like a thumb
Like vintage bubblegum, hard to bite
Ain’t broke near none of them but each e’rry one on ice
Each e’rry one us fight
Each e’rry one us strapped
Splashtown Mafia, splash
Who decides war? Will I live to see tomorrow?
Damn right, a *** played in this *** [?]
Codeine straight out the bottle
Sloppy threesomes, she swallow
But I’m still here for the nachos (Cheese, ***)
Boy, I know scary niggas that squeeze clips
What you niggas gon’ do in jail without your beam switch?
Can’t believe we flew overseas to have some bean dip
Costa Rica, can’t speak Spanish so how I’m poppin’ chicas?
Nickelodeon Rugrats, we grew up slappin’ skeeters
Yellow bone chick all that, you gotta pay to meet her
Good burger, baby, they tip more when you a a good server
Lil bro ducked the laws, he’s a good swerver
Codeine got my lip purple
[?] Stefan but the clip Erkel
Lens on it, walk up in the jeweler, drop a Benz on it
*** Bill yellow-black suit, white *** homie
She killing ***
Used to punk rappers over stealing ***
Now we owning strip clubs and businesses
(Building it)
Send an invoice you wanna bill the ***
Oowee
