Craig Hop the KinG - Ya lyrics

Look At Ya, Look At Ya Look At Ya, Look At Ya You doing good homie! Look At, Look At, Look At Ya You on to big things now, huh? Look At, Look At, Look At Ya Aw, you k**ing sh**! Look At, Look At, Look At Ya Yeah, you the big man! Look At, Look At, Look At Ya Man you looking back at the looking gla** with your looking a** But look fast, they snuck past y'all snakes in the gra** As I gravitate towards a better path with my gravitas Far past a young lad grabbing on that a** Used to skip cla** till I decided to be a cla**ic Any cla** clown act cra** get his a** kicked And flipped like the script when we was looking at my future Never thought the variable be a Macintosh computer And some confidence, Tell a loser s** up on my co*kiness Keep it rocking like it's pewter while I go conquer sh**- Like Conan, Kong, Kang, or the Apocalypse Lady J's scales balance politics and hollow tips Life's just a beach and we only get a shallow dip Back to the 90's- All That! and a bag of chips An sh** don't stank, if you never take a whiff- I take picture, Nah, I keep it real, and make a movie I don't need any more groupies Need some lucy, Keep me loopy Keep it loose like the noose around my neck They told me act my age, but I'm rather busy catching heck From these devils in my head When I be tryna go to bed I need a story first, Go and get the Bible on casette Life of pie, Finna get a slice like Kimbo Staying out at night, Going round, breaking all the nieghbors windows Most the sh** I do be criminal, Make it up in Limbo They say that suicide be difficult, k** my instrumentals Get it popping like 2Pac, 2 shots, or a pimple Scratch the surface, Make a splash, only leave a ripple Double dribble- Got these people tryna coach me Traded in the rope leash, Went and got a gold fleece Smoke weed from a broke piece with my broskis Down the rabbit hole in a toboggan with two broke skis The Cheshire Cat toke and then he asking what would you do? Only trick a chick if her name Cindy Lou Who Send my love and praises to the dark lord Cthulu Fan of black magic, Alchemy, and some voodoo Ah, That sh**'s absurd It was third grade learning bout cursive the curly words While they was creeping like them Thirty Thirds They really should be concerned Shooting stars like we living out in Kirby's world Follow Fibonacci walking around in perfect swirls