[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 n***as 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, n***as 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 n***a 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 sh**
So whoever opens their mouth could expect a f**ing co*k 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, n***as eager to jump you
n***a stand tall and leave em face first up in a puddle
Physical rebu*tal 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 ba** got the dunk prancing
-At the place jamming to some long dug jazz sh**
n***as drunk pantie chasing Annie type of bad b**hes
Pen and pad itching with a pa**ion for bragging
Never let them lines rule
Speak now or rise fool
Stay dope and cla**y, 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
n***a get the f** 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 n***as posted curb stalling for the next to serve
Watching for the feds, turf violence, for that dead bird flying, n***a I'm good
- let it be that you can stay hood without having to sit
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 4]
- Catch a f**ing co*k in it
Whimp jock sporting gaws and sh**
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-k**ed
Hoes kneel for that flow, set of dope wheels and some gold heels
No deal, b**h'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 k** 'em with
So n***a f** your trap and matter-fact, your track n***a sh**
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, sh**, 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