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Yeah, yeah, uh, uh I been fucked up too long I been feeling the vibe, and killing this drink What chu nigga's on is not my concern so fuck what you thought Move and think Doing all that i ought to, this shit is flowing like water I been in my own zone in my ol' roll In my own clothes when the smoke blows Saying peace to all them girls that blow up my phone Tell the truth ain't no time for That, and I ain't need no rhyme for that Truly I see dudes looking at me trying to throw me for a loop Know they rather see them cells blow up than me hop out that coupe And I can't blame em, if it wasn't me that pioneered this lane I'd be highway patrol, pulling nigga's over for my gain I'm not shady you know It's every man for himself when them dollars come out My worth and my dollar amount go up when I open my mouth And these days you can't grab a cheque unless you dab I hit them folks that made rock and scoop them haters in my lap And tell em if you gon ride my dick You might as well go and get comfortable I don't plan on stopping what I do for me because of you I tell em I'm just trying to be the greatest nigga ever No not rapper, what I do is way bigger What I do is paint pictures, what they do is claim bitches They down to get used but I am not no Bill Withers Uh this is how it's supposed to be Everybody's straight long as they close to me When I can't get no peace I grab my Rosary Just know when you hot they crowd around If you go cold they all going to wanna flee I tell my nigga Kale to pour me up a drink And tell em I'm good, uh My nigga I'm straight, yeah And no matter where we go, no matter what we loss we gon be okay uh Yeah, uh So tell em I'm good, yeah uh My nigga I'm straight, yeah And no matter where we go, no matter what we loss we gon be okay, yeah Uh, uh, yeah What I know is, they all got hidden motives Want to put shit all the way then cross over like Hardaway And they hoping that we don't notice Dog you sounding bogus I'll do magic and apperance hop the game like Hocus Pocus And I'll just let you know this, Caleborate ain't for it I don't come with a price tag and selling out sounding foreign Told professor I'm sorry but finals week I'll be touring Please take these tickets as gratitude and come support it That time is almost coming it's my season Know everything I get isn't given but given to me for good reason Now fuck all the seasoning It's the sauce I done soaked enough game It's time for me to play the boss now "Aww shit" I'm picking my classes, skipping them all to make all this rap Look at my words Everything fit in a verse, just to make it to the first Niggas with Glocks We know that they never pop they want their songs to get hot We want it all And we want to get off the block watch how I work with the rock Young nigga made moves so damn much I think I'm allergic to stop Independent trying to win a pendant with a hand Penning on my competition and they want me to flop I don't get busy with that Imma just stick to the rap Don't think they see me coming but I'm up to something Know I'm in my jumpman This is how it's supposed to be Everybody's straight long as they close to me When I can't get no peace I grab my Rosary Just know when you hot they crowd around If you go cold they all gon wanna flee I tell my nigga Kale to pour me up a drink And tell em I'm good uh My nigga I'm straight yeah And no matter where we go, No matter what we loss we gon be okay uh yeah uh So tell em I'm good, yeah uh My nigga I'm straight, yeah And no matter where we go, no matter what we loss we gon be okay Heh, yeah Man this nigga not out here bruh he always say this shit Damn lets go! He do this shit every time bruh oh Imma be ready imma be outside chilling He said he gonna be ready in 10 minutes Hurry up come on lets go There we go, there we go Damn, damn nigga Whats up fool My auntie and shit Gotta get to this money Okay
Writer(s): Miles Douglas, Caleb Parker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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