Rose Colored Minivan

[Part I: Keith Harris - Minivan (Minimix)]

[Intro: ImDontai; Zilla]
Alright, are you ready? Are you ready?
Okay so, uh, I got my poptarts...
Okay
Got my poptarts, I got my water...
Can we go? Are you thirsty?
I think I got everything
Okay good, lets go then. Come on
I mean, where are we even going anyway? I don't even know exactly where I'm going
Just, it-it doesn't matter just come on, just come on
Where are we going?

[Verse 1: WTG]
When you analyze my pad you see I’m planning rap’s calamity
Not meaning that I’m trash but that I murder rappers rapidly
I’m burning rappers massively, what a catastrophe
My verses poisonous, peep the venom in my anatomy
Everybody mad at me, cease and desist
Before I kill 'em on the track and get to pleading the fifth
I see you'se bitch, point you to Andy he wouldn’t miss
The team wouldn’t snitch
Better run cause when my brothers pin the detail on the donkey
Shooters gon' have a party
When they off the Bacardi, ya hood be looking like Saudi
After we come from Harding, we straight for Chester’s Chicken
Saliva on my trigger because it was finger lickin’
I’m sick of these other rappers
I’m telling em to get at me
I tell em it’s more than rapping
Don’t @ me, just get to clappin’
I’m back and I’m with my faction
Don’t tag this as gangsta rap
You can tag it as horrorcore
Feel euphoric when we attack

[Interlude: ImDontai; Zilla]
No, like really. Like you're just chilling on that little ass cloud floating. I have to walk everywhere
Here we go
Okay, my back hurts. This bag is heavy
Do you want a cloud? Here

[Verse 2: ImDontai; Zilla]
Damn, this is crazy
I'm flyin' up where them planes be
Zoomin' ultra fast, super sonic blast, baby
Wait, we too high
How the hell will I survive in the sky where the stars shine?
Fuck!
Away to the land deemed valuable
Many mumbles in the crowd speaking powerful
As for you I seek the truth to have a peek
You need to clench your teeth, not a sound or a peep
Away to the land deemed valuable
Many mumbles in the crowd speaking powerful
As for you I seek the truth to have a peek
You need to clench your teeth, not a sound or a peep
The powers I have, they stem from you
So, anything I do you can also do too
From flying in the sky or spitting magma in the booth
I keep it real, I tell the truth
I told you once but now I gotta make it too
Zilla be the name and the flow is the cleanest
No, I ain't a genie, I'm a motherfuckin' genius
I don't sugar coat or blow smoke, I ain't a chimney
Name a being on a solar system fuckin' with me
None

[Interlude: ImDontai; Zilla]
I mean, I knew this one dude named King Kong
Shut up
Ok, okay. My bad, I was just sayin'. Jeez
It wasn't funny
Relax, haha, don't be mad

[Verse 3: Mr. Goodbarz]
Goodbarz!
My iPhone boomin’
Bros is askin’ what I’m doin’
And I said I’m in the stu with W makin’ music
Me and KBill$ up in the back of the minivan
I’m spitting freestyles with the fam
At Chesters we be chillin’
We be chillin' like some villains
And we killin’ on the audio, too
We top billin’
NNG is like no other, man
That's word to the motherland
I killed it like the Son of Sam
It’s GB, no other man, brother man
And I’m with my brother, man

[Part II: pineappleCITI - Rose Colored (Minimix)]
[Hook: pineappleCITI]
I’ma kill shit the whole summer
Your new bitch got my old number
Broke niggas wanna hold something
Broke niggas never own nun'
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Smoking dope up while I roll up

[Verse 1: pineappleCITI]
Camouflage, I do no stunting
Sabotage ‘cause the hoes wanna
Living lavish, life is rose colored
Look how I’m living now
Look how I came up
Look they said that the money would change us
Look we hated cause niggas just ain’t us
We all live and dangerous
My shooters hang out of the Range trucks
So much money I might need a Brink truck
Count up more while you niggas take pay cuts
Count up more while you niggas just scrape up
Get your weight up
Fuck you niggas thought, I gave up?
Fuck you niggas thought, I gave fucks?
Bobby Shmurda with the bars
Like a nigga caught a charge
Old bitches hit my phone now
Cause they see me really ‘bout to get into it
See me balling on the court now
So they really tryna be the movement
I been a beast since like seven eleven
I bought the heaven that I’d be a legend
They was in sheets, yeah they slept in, no resting
For me to OD, like was checking checklists

[Hook 2: pineappleCITI]
Now I’ma kill shit the whole summer
New bitch got my old number
Broke niggas wanna hold something
Broke niggas never own nun'
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told
Hold up, hold up, hold up

[Verse 2: Dwayne Kyng]
Back up in there like I never left
Workin' hard just to be the best
I came [?] tests
Jumpin' so wet, I might drown
King of the court, where my crown? (aye)
[?], I taste doubt (aye)
[?] way, way back
That's some downtown, aye
Money tall like Yao Ming
[?] be faster than lightning
When I shoot, I rarely miss
When I dish, nice assist?
Lay 'em with the finger roll
Don't you see the flick of the wrist?
Fall back out on these screens?
[?]
Nice fade, no haircuts
Competition, don't stare at us
Hands down, that's a man down
Rather stand out than stand down
[?] way too smooth, aye
And I really got the juice, aye
Is that Chanel with the moves, aye?
I can never ever lose, aye
Haters wait for you to fall off
I ain't takin' no days off
Treat the comp like kids, man
They about to get dropped off
Haters wait for you to fall off
I ain't takin' no days off
Treat the comp like kids, man
They about to get dropped off

[Interlude: Dwayne Kyng; (pineappleCITI)]
Aye (If fresh don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)
Aye (If fresh don’t trust you, think I’m Future)
Aye (The forty don’t trust you, I’m gon shoot you)
'Boutta get dropped off, aye
Aye
Aye
Treat the comp like kids, man
They about to get dropped off

[Verse 3: pineappleCITI]
Pass the weed, pour my left hand side
All you fuckers get your hands high
Never answer off the landline
Sitting on a fucking landmine
Old girl want to spend time
Ho you ain’t never spent time
Lord knows I got to get mine
Niggas owe me like it’s rent time
Niggas owe me like it’s rent time

[Bridge: pineappleCITI]
Yeah, living rose colored
If fresh don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you (yeah yeah)
If fresh don’t trust you, think I’m Future (yeah yeah)

[Hook: pineappleCITI]
I’ma kill shit the whole summer
Your new bitch got my old number
Broke niggas wanna hold something
Broke niggas never own nun’
Gold diggers smell them hoes coming
Repping Jersey like I’m Joe Budden
Police never told nothing
Smoking dope up while I roll up