1995 (feat. Logic)

Play me some pimpin' mane, yeah Higher than a motherfucker, dawg What's up with Logic? What's good, man? Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) We blessed What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!" That's it? Haha (Yeah, yeah) Whippin' through West Deer Park Lookin' for scandalous shawties, only come out after dark Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a fuck Huh, was never one for the academics But knew the everyday struggle Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill though Since I was working at the supermarket Every week, another new department 'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment Always wanna change with the times Number one best seller on the New York Times But my childhood was riddled with crime Widdled the rhyme, now I shine I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl I'm nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl I'm dirty like fuckin' your girl Just to son you, I'ma cum in your girl Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B I'm so successful, most people can't stand me Only thing I don't have is a fuckin' Grammy Yeah, but you know that boy nominated Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco Logic go blanco, huh, bumpin' that Pretty Flacko Rat Pack come hither, wherever I go Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it 'Til the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville Whippin' through, whippin' through, whippin', whippin', wh-whippin' Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995 (five) Screamin', "Mafia!" had my city hypnotized ('tized) Gulfstream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (sky) Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies Whippin' through north Memphis back in 1995 (five) Screamin', "Mafia!" had my city hypnotized ('tized) Gulfstream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (Sky) Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (whoo) Young niggas, we was gettin' paid, runnin' the game like arcade Lil' nigga, Juicy been made, fuckin' your mama back stage I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside And I'm still spendin' that paper back from 1995 Woo, woo, chicken, chicken Woo, woo, chicken heads Woo, woo, chicken, chicken Woo, woo, chicken heads Woo, woo, chicken, chicken Woo, woo (Gonna take the time to say-)