Woo
Fresh off the plane, KonnichiwaOnly in the present, I no longer believe in time
I don′t see my family half as much as I see the sky
Knew this shit was comin', I just chose not to read the signs
We never like to get involved in all that crystal ball talk
I see the future, I love all y′all, follow or fall off
Ain't no numbers saved, only shots in my call log
Unconcerned, would hate my mission just to not involve ya
Okay, take me to your leader, I show you he just a Cousin Skeeter
People worship parasites, they just eat up, they believe it
Jeepers creepers, heebie-jeebies, I was just an in-betweener
Hype, my GF let me f- her in Magic Jazz Adidas
Time move on, now we grow, felonies and misdemeanors
Still, with my original niggas, fuck your feature, we don't need ya
Every verse a universe, twist the flow up like Lupita
B-, I′m just a hustler, the nigga version of a diva
Yeah, recenter, realign
Know I gotta take care of mine, when I′m outta my way, yeah
Outta my way
Uh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon' take me back every time
See, the roots never change, yeah
I won′t ever change
Yeah (Like this, just like this, like this, just like this)
Oh, woo
We gon' break these Legos down for y′all
We gon' crumble these towers
Okay, okay this my favorite part of the night
We gon′ say, we gon' say a person, and when y'all get it y′all come in, alright, here we go
I don′t know what y'all been told
But I gotta get me a rabbit′s toe
And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold
And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro
That wasn't hard at all, was it?
Who got that? Raise your hand if you ain′t got it
Uh-huh, go and get them extra drink or somethin'
Or a, or a b-, or a dance
Alright, here we go, everybody, here we go
I said I don′t know what y'all been told
But I gotta get me a rabbit's toe
And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold
And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro
I said, I don′t know what y′all been told
But I gotta get me a rabbit's toe
And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold
And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro
This off the cap, the Cumberland
N- plottin′, wonderin'
Will Jesus ever come again?
Well man, I hate to achy break it to ya, baby
But they say that man ain′t never have s-
I guess he ain't arrived yet, but I got off on a tangent
Too many coffins to handle, not enough hands on the deck
Too many candlelight vigils, I cry a tear, it ain′t wet
I took some d- that night, I took a north side drive
I called the Buckhead high, since then I never been right
I got some babies in the West End that'll crush your melon
If you ever get to testin' my profession
I know I told a pen, but I ink you up
Chattahoochee stink you up
Rest in peace Omari, every day I still think you up
N- pushin′ twenty, only paper seen is paper cups
Baby, pushin′ forty, cats still out here tryna lay her up
Everybody horny, now let's f- and sleep, then wake on up
Everybody horny, so let′s f- and sleep, then wake on up
Yeah, recenter, realign
Know I gotta take care of mine, when I'm outta my way
Yeah, outta my way
Uh, ooh, yeah
Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon′ take me back every time
See, the roots never change, yeah
I won't ever change, ooh
