She Said

Ay, can you turn it up a little bit?

Hold up yo, Will, your mom's calling

Can I, uh, can I ignore the call?

I can ignore it? Alright

I'm feeling a little ill right now

And I don't mean ill like really cool and awesome

I mean like, I'm coming down with a sickness, ah-ha

Alright look, hey

Well I was riding in shotgun, speeding down the highway

Listening to music, haven't slept in like five days

I tried to take a nap, lean my head against the window

It feels real, I swear to God this shit pretend though

'Cause me, I get high and make music for a living

If that ain't the best job then give me your opinion

'Cause I love life, chilling for the night, case of Bud Light

Small world for me, but you, you live a bug's life

Scared to chase your dreams, scared to take a risk

Think it's make believe, so you hate the shit

Valentine love it, grimier than rubbish

You're softer than a snuggie and you're sweeter than a Sunkist

Never eating beats on your thug shit

Come with all the swagger but you lacking all the substance

Cool, but dude, you used to wanna be in school

Spending money, drinking liquor, naked girls up in my pool

Wake up in my bed gettin' head, she said

The act so cool but she easily impressed

I love to lay back, watch her while she get dressed

Put herself together, last night was a mess, yes

Today a new day, a fresh start

If you didn't make mistakes, you wouldn't get far

Life get hard, so we get high

You ain't shit till you try

Ay, ay yo, my herb smoke tasting like a Nerds Rope

I'ma get rich so I can buy my bitch a fur coat

Something like a millionaire in training

Still my shit amazing, we jumping over puddles when it's raining

Planning on a tan, I'm in the sand and we'll be jammin', make it bounce

While we dancing on the clouds until I'm landing in my house

Remember when my moms would hate me standing on the couch

But now I'm making so much money, I start to lose count

I try to spend it quick, I got bills though

Yeah, I'm only eighteen, I got skills though

Beats, rhymes, life tribe called chilled flow

You been rapping twenty-five years and you still broke

No disrespect, the riches is the art

I'm just mad at all these haters who was bitches from the start

We do this 'cause we love it and its setting us apart

We was already gone while you was only on your mark

Wake up in my bed gettin' head, she said

The act so cool but she easily impressed

I love to lay back, watch her while she get dressed

Put herself together, last night was a mess, yes

Today a new day, a fresh start

If you didn't make mistakes, you wouldn't get far

Life get hard, so we get high

You ain't shit till you try