Roberto Clemente

All I know is get it, got it, swerve Date wit fate I made some reservations All I got is huevos an my word Never break 'em Daily demonstrations Oh my God, them niggas got some nerve Serve that bass Roberto Clemente (hey) All I made was just enough to splurge See that paper Get that nigga urge My wrist rotation so amazing I'm always outta dope Fresh out the basement, black to basics A little propane out the stove I keep these eyes wide 365 Can't trust not a soul I'm out my mind, round the globe We stick around, we stay poor I'm for that dough like Sun dance with the moon Learn that from the stars Get down with the groove like Barely know who we are No kings in the tomb Just a gateway to God like Crack-house full of fumes Table full of raw Watching bodies get exhumed like Catch a cookie with a fork Hit it wit the Gem, started boomin like Ay, ay, aye Stay highway racing Faded Still placing gold I barely made it Tried to test me Ace'd it, stayed Paid In Full Ol' girl had told me I'm her favorite Know that bitch hate me though To think a nigga like me 'bout to blow I come in smelling like trees, out the door Straight for the dough like Sun's down, mean it's time for hunting You ain't gon' die for nothing I need to find me something Heads up there's a tide incoming The waves too wild to run it Need to fly in something Feel the vibe, take a ride, we buzzin' Get a little bit of life for once My nigga strive for something But the homie 100 miles and gunning Mashing through the town like Ay Ay Aye All I know is get it, got it, swerve Date with fate I made some reservations All I got is huevos in my word Never break 'em Daily demonstrations Oh my God, them niggas got some nerve Serve that bass Roberto Clemente (hey) All I made was just enough to splurge See that paper Get that nigga urge Twist that Laker, whip that flying spur You's a faker, born on April 1st Who gon' save you when that K occur Ghetto savior blessings, grace the curb Tony Draper, get that dirty paper Might just save for later Might just shave a bird Oh Mike Lowery hit me up Yea light that herb Bring some fanto Plus I might jus have that syrup (aye)