Cordae – Gifted (ft. Roddy Ricch) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Cordae is here with a new song titled “Gifted” featuring Roddy Ricch. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Ray Keys, Cordae & Bongo. The video was directed by Cole Bennett.

Cordae Gifted

Celebrating his birthday this week, Cordae decided to give the world a little gift. Usually, the process of enjoying a birthday involves the reception of presents but the respected lyricist decided to switch things up, giving us the gift with his new single.

Announcing the release of “Gifted,” Cordae shared the cover art, which suggested the appearance of another rap star. After fans theorized, we finally know that none other than Roddy Ricch is the culprit, teaming up with the Maryland-raised emcee for his latest single.

The track also features vocal contributions by Ant Clemons, complementing the duo well.

This comes off the heels of an amazing annual campaign for both Cordae and Roddy Ricch. Cordae was nominated at the GRAMMY Awards for Best Rap Album off of the strength of his debut The Lost Boy. Roddy Ricch is also being celebrated as one of modern hip-hop’s great players, especially off the reception of his debut album Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial.

Cordae – Gifted (ft. Roddy Ricch) (prod. Ray Keys, Cordae & Bongo)

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Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Livin’ out my dream, my life is different (Different)
If I want it, then I’ma get it (Get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
‘Cause I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
‘Cause I’m gifted

[Chorus: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been countin’ on me
Got this bad lil’ shawty goin’ down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, “Voilà”
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, “No way”
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin’ on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece

[Verse: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
See, I was twelve years with the Tommy fit
Fifteen, crankin’ “Bobby Bitch”
I was seventeen years on this Earth
When I popped a Perc’, made my body itch
Need a pound of blow when I’m drownin’ slow
I was down below, word to Roddy Ricch
We was slap-boxin’, no Karate Kid
Start to see the difference with a lotta shit
And my grandma got a lotta kids
Bought whips foreign, no mileages
Hit Saks Fifth and got a Prada fit
But I still got a lotta wallet
Shit, nigga, this the shit that I asked for
‘Member last year I was mad poor
Seen my momma cry over homicides
Now she down to fly, she got a passport
And my brother locked for a backdoor
Got my grandma a new Jaguar
Big body whips like Shaq car
No credit, check, straight cash, card
Nigga, no stress, I progress
That’s Mos Def like Black Star
Seen the future in my Audemars
Stack paper, don’t do no facade

[Chorus: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been countin’ on me
Got this bad lil’ shawty goin’ down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, “Voilà”
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, “No way”
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin’ on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece

[Pre-Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Livin’ out my dream, my life is different (Different)
If I want it, then I’ma get it (Get it)
Living every day like it was Christmas
‘Cause I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know that I’m gifted (Ah, ah, ah)
And I know what my gift is (Ah, ah, ah)
‘Cause I’m gifted

[Chorus: Cordae & Roddy Ricch]
Uh, I got a whole lotta people that’s been countin’ on me
Got this bad lil’ shawty goin’ down on the D
I met shorty and we connected like the WiFi
Hopped in the Phantom, disappeared like, “Voilà”
I told niggas that I would make it, they said, “No way”
Watch them niggas that might eat up off of your plate
They caught me slidin’ on the E-Way with the heat on the seat
I got tennis chains with crosses but I still keep a piece