[Hook]
Wonderin on how I'm getting home tonight; rolling eyes
Looking like those hopes looking kinda vague
- Am I getting home tonight?
- Tell my homie hold the dice
[Bridge]
Wild and dandy
My niggas rollin' fancy in the backseat jamming while keeping that metal slamming
Meddling kids, masks down, costume, get a clue, rims run until the pis dip
Like a barbeque
[Verse 1]
Engine started, fumes spewing like a popped lager do
Running til I'm parted with the part of me that's doubting who's
Saying that that mountain's climb is impossible
I brace myself for what's ahead so there's no gap in my plot
I'm fooling not
For cash in a knot, cash in my pocket
Like you know I wet 'em often then I stash away the bottle
If no mask, then a Glock and a mask, then I'm off
Wreaking havoc, trying to carve a pathway for the offspring
Na, I ain't with that, go ahead and hit that
Feel a hit back, find yourself up in a knit sack
Hands out, asking for a nickle and some gin
While I'm out glaring at some nipples, niggas throwing tens
Not wondering on how I'm getting home tonight
Hoping it won't be another homeless night
Getting high knowing it's a hopeless flight
Thinking how them hairs got em going combs to knives
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Real nigga sit and listen to the hollarin' depicting what is logic in comparison to not
I wish I held a barrel of a Glock to lips of those who talk the shit
So whoever opens their mouth could expect a fucking cock in it
Staying in my lane and I'm urging to keep right, but if you're swerving in my way
There won't be nothing left but I
-and add an "n" along with competence, describes the competition in my eyes
As i reignite my drive for the prize
But they see you as an obstacle, niggas eager to jump you
Nigga stand tall and leave em face first up in a puddle
Physical rebuttal in a world of trouble and debate
-a funnel poor of hate intoxicating brain lakes
[Bridge]
[Verse 3]
With times looking harder than a sundial
Most call to the sky, while I'm having fun wild and dandy
Crunk bass got the dunk prancing
-At the place jamming to some long dug jazz shit
Niggas drunk pantie chasing Annie type of bad bitches
Pen and pad itching with a passion for bragging
Never let them lines rule
Speak now or rise fool
Stay dope and classy, a true student of high school
-Appealing to the eye none, but use what I'm made of
Ready the exhaust, we 'bout to cut up and take off
- Cut up and take off, cut up and take off
Nigga get the fuck up and brush all them shames off and shake all that weight off
And make what you dream fit, exercising stray thoughts to reality
But niggas posted curb stalling for the next to serve
Watching for the feds, turf violence, for that dead bird flying, nigga I'm good
- let it be that you can stay hood without having to sit
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 4]
- Catch a fucking cock in it
Whimp jock sporting gaws and shit
Been rocking this, so I'm guessing swag is stone-aged
Hard as when I take a beat and wreck it for a road-rage
Track demolition for that fat neck a-glistening
Attracting attention while I'm nas burning, not turning, leaving features road-killed
Hoes kneel for that flow, set of dope wheels and some gold heels
No deal, bitch'll get a roll in a to-go meal/
[Break]
Lama at the hip's tuck, I can show you hot spitting
While I point you out the way where you can meet your maker quicker
I can break a record, use it as the weapon that I kill 'em with
So nigga fuck your trap and matter-fact, your track nigga shit
Standing over those who Crowley 'round and tea-bagging them
Claiming that I am a bigger dick than that of Africans
Sharp hooks catching fishy looks on the norm
But what would you expect from an attractive book-worm
If I make it, shit, I'll probably still be bumming
Who says he wants it simple probably means he'll only want to do it big
Like I favor BBW's with three bling'd hummers scraming free three hunna'
-Being me, I'll probably follow these lines to the crossroads
With a couple tickets, hot soda and some popcorn
Saying "welp, shows over folks"
- Drop the microphone, and piss off