2005 (Interlude)

By $NOT

On Viceroy

Released on July 12, 2024

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[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

White tee clean, I be lookin' clean

I be lookin' G, I be rollin' in a Beam', yeah

Haha, woah, ah, hahaha

I feel like, I feel like I'm in 2— (Yeah, okay)

Red Motorola and the mink for my holster

Diamonds got—, yeah

Yeah


[Chorus]

Red Motorola and the mink for my holster

Trunk fit with the Bapestas like I'm Weezy

It's 2005, dancing like I'm Chris Breezy

Scoping out treetop (Top), you can't even see me

Okay, the gun's on the table, just pick the toolie up

That's what's up, posted in the cut, smoke you like a blunt

Yeah, fuck you, nigga, you a bitch and your bitch a cunt

All these niggas fakin' for the 'Gram, it's a front


[Post-Chorus]

Okay, I know you don't got my back, bro

I work hard every day, I'm alone

And what you call is hell, I call home

I put that shit on my back, but that shit breakin' my bones


[Verse]

Now watch your tone, texts are blowin' up my phone

I'm in a different zone, I'm the realest one, I'm not a clone

And every time I pray to God, I'm always on my knees

I look up at the sky, "Take the pain away, please"

Wash away my sins with the Henny and the gin

Fuck a therapist, bitch, I take it on the chin (Fuck)

Thought you was my friend, bitch, thought you was my kin

I'm ridin' down to London, bitch, catch me in the ends

I don't follow trends (Nope), I don't make amends

Life is what you make it, but I can make it end

I close the Rolls Royce, hear the flames through my voice

I always been a soldier, I ain't never had a choice


[Chorus]

Red Motorola and the mink for my holster

Trunk fit with the Bapestas like I'm Weezy

It's 2005, dancing like I'm Chris Breezy

Scoping out treetop (Top), you can't even see me

Okay, the gun's on the table, just pick the toolie up

That's what's up, posted in the cut, smoke you like a blunt

Yeah, fuck you, nigga, you a bitch and your bitch a cunt

All these niggas fakin' for the 'Gram, it's a front


[Post-Chorus]

Okay, I know you don't got my back, bro

I work hard every day, I'm alone

And what you call is hell, I call home

I put that shit on my back, but that shit breakin' my bones