International

By Chap D

Released on November 20, 2020

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[Intro]

All my raps inspired by true events

You know I’m sayin’? Ain’t no fabrications

Niggas really live this shit, you know I’m sayin’?

I can’t be stopped, really unstoppable

And I truly believe that, you know I’m sayin’?


[Verse 1]

Spillin’ all this champagne on my t-shirt

Another Black man doin’ good, why do he hurt?

She say her pussy good, I gotta see first

Make sure I hit the vocals with some reverb

I’m with a bad thing, listenin’ to Bieber

Coverin’ all bases like I’m Derek Jeter

We gon’ celebrate life for no reason

I’ve been ballin’ all this time, it ain’t just recent

Pastor Chap, they really treat me like the deacon

I will never steal no bread out the offering plate

Whatever dollar sowed, I’m finna reap it

Bad bitch, but her pussy just decent

I like missionary, look you right in your face

I got bread, takin’ women on brunch dates

Word tourin’ for these hoes, I’m baggin’ ‘em state to state

Ain’t no local mindset, I’m international


[Verse 2]

I’ll rock any fitted but the Nationals

No chains today, I’m not a flashy dude

She real-real thick, yeah, she nasty too

She gon’ give me good head with no attitude

Yeah, that’s my type of move

It don’t take much, I’m just a handsome dude

Lookin’ in the mirror, nobody bad as you

Money gettin’ long, check the latitude

For this life, I got such gratitude

I really love this shit, I can’t complain

Veuve bottles, spillin’ all this champagne

Never let a bop treat me like a lame

Better come correct, you treat me with respect

Ain’t got shit to prove, I never gotta flex

Give this all I got ‘til I ain’t got nothin’ left

Cute thing cookin’ lobster, I got my own chef


[Verse 3]

Yeah, dinner for two

I just play the field, man, I ain’t make the rules

Real niggas bustin’ moves, real ones gon’ follow suit

Your life gon’ really show it when you got the juice

Real rap, them other niggas more like Dr. Seuss

Milton got the Lambo, finna raise the roof

Mimosas goin’ up, we gon’ hit Ruth’s

Work my ass off, I’m tryna cop the coupe

The M4, bitch, I need more

Trunk really bangin’ like the C4

On this road, I had to make a couple detours

Love myself, but I think that I could be more

Seen a lot, but I think that I could see more

I’m just tryna live life, what you mad at me for?

Nigga, what you mad at me for?

Nigga, what you mad at me for?


[Outro]

You know I’m sayin’?

Spillin’ on this champagne on my t-shirt

Veuve Clicquot, Perrier-Jouët

You know I’m sayin’?

What niggas mad at me for?

I feel like I’m the one, yeah