Ooh, ooh, yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah-yeah, oh yeah
And I just float in this bitch, like a Parade (Uh)
Feelin' like Ghost I admit, I'm on the James (Uh-huh)
St. Patrick's day, the tint match my safe
Only see me when I sang, Donny Outthaway (It's the only time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eyes stay low, like the night tide
But tell 'em I ain't tired (No, no)
1942 my stamina
Don't you dare give me those eyes (Uh-huh)
Fuck up the whole vibe (Bitch)
I don't do energy leeches (No)
Niggas think you can't do it 'cause they can't do it, faded in the bleachers (Woi)
Drivin' down Bermuda Road, nigga gas tank was on Ether (Uh-huh)
Twenty miles an hour creepin', 'cause you know how Ferguson police is
Love my bish to pieces
I gave her a piece of me (On God)
Hat on the fro like Smeezy E, this shit easy to me (On God)
And regionally, they love this country shit
From Compton to Middle'uh East
I came through the back door, it is what it be
Wasn't none of this given to me
I be thinkin' lot more 'bout the system I beat
Than 'bout what I did to a beat
And I just float in this bitch, like a Parade (Uh)
Feelin' like Ghost I admit, I'm on the James (Uh-huh)
St. Patrick's day, the tint match my safe
Only see me when I sang, Donny Outthaway (It's the only time)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, hahaha
Baby
I heard you was lookin' for me
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Well the last place you had me was fucked up (Bitch)
Shit, all we do is break records
Then break bread and get late breakfast (Ooh wee)
Rise up like them crossaints (Okay)
Butter lil baby up and then get right back to some more funds (Hater)
"Who is that boy in that truck?
That window half cracked, them nappy naps flap in the wind
And why it look like my hoe wan' jump in? (Hahaha)
And why he lookin' back? What the fuck y'all friends, huh?"
Nigga it's me, yeah (Me sir)
That's S-M, double E, Z-Y (Yeah, yeah)
Used to keep a gram stuffed up in the Levi's (I did)
And now it's thirty grand stuffed in the LV tons (You dig?)
My city came a long way from "Andale E.I" (We did)
Twenty years later now it's "Andale Smi" now (Okay)
And I got love for Mo that's big bro, he got love for me y'all
How long is he gon' go, I don't know, I guess 'til the beat stop
And then we back
Everybody wanna get on, get known
Talk about a fuckin' mental syndrome
Got me sittin' back like "Uh-huh, hell nah"
President look like Love & Hip-Hop
Crocodile tears, allegations up the wall
Fuck around vote, shit, fuck around don't
Workin' on a world where I can govern my own
Work, workin' on a world where I can govern my own
Everybody wanna get on, get known
Talk about a fuckin' mental syndrome
Got me sittin' back like "Uh-huh, hell nah"
President look like Love & Hip-Hop
Crocodile tears, allegations up the wall
Fuck around vote, shit, fuck around don't
Workin' on a world where I can govern my
Workin' on a , workin' on a world where I can govern my own
Workin' on a world where I can govern my
Workin' on a , workin' on a world where I can govern my own
Workin' on a world where I
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