[Verse 1]
Woah, ok lets calm it down man
Stop with the fast sh** and start getting them slow jams
Up on the rhythm I'm spitting the hippest penning the smooth sh** that the dudes with the doobies should groove with
Spitting like it's March 10th 97, cause its no Biggie
Skinny kid from the opposite of the Windy City
And he's tryna rap? Goddamn, thats silly
But I've been a k**er since you was on mama's titty
And I'm pretty, pressed up in a fresh get up
Staying healthy going through salad's of devil's lettuce
But I also got these snacks yo
For when them munchy feels attack
After you cash too many fat bowls
Haha, dont do d** kids
Stay in school do your work all that goodness
Actually you know what, f** all of that dumb sh**
Come over here and take a hit off this blunt biiiiiitch
[Hook]
Yeah this that chill sh**
That summer feel sh**
Top down with your chick in a new whip
Late night with the crew and its so lit
Don't wanna go home until the daylight hit
Yeah this that chill sh**
That summer feel sh**
Top down with your chick in a new whip
I'm established the average but you gotta admit
You know this k**er Joe always k**s sh**
[Verse 2]
Woo ok still rocking slo mo
We in the back making dough by the boatload
Floating downstream chill sipping ice tea
I just go with the flow and y'know I flow nicely
This school sh** taking me somewhere to some degree
But I'm outsourcing grades just to get them overseas
Hopefully theres still some hope for me
But its gone mostly gonna be the oldest g
In high school showing up to precalc when I'm 43
But I'm not saying woe is me
Cause I'm a god man the bible's my biography
But I'm slimmer than shady and I'm white as a ghost
Still i spit hotter than most I'm turning bread to toast
Like water to wine holy smokes so divine
A god with goddesses all these girls be so fine
What's your name? What's your sign? Do you come here all the time?
Cause if you're down with it girl I'd like to make you miiiiiiine
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
Mr. Rogers level paper cause the pay is good
Girls got cake like baked goods
And i don't give a sh** because I'm baked good
Can't arrest me officer don't mean no discontent
But I'm the rap game honest abe I'm in a cent
But for real tho ain't doing nothing we chilling
Tryna get so rich my kids'll be sitting on millions
Money like groceries its in paper and plastic
Afternoon after cla** and we bumping the cla**ics
The chronic's all up in my ears and lungs
And you know we got way more where that came from
Three piece suit I'm a dapper fellow
Blowing smoke like bellows now we feeling mellow
You know we on that green like blue and yellow
I flow poetry say hello to my Longfellow