J. Reid - Hitchcock lyrics

[Intro] Watching Hitchco*ks till I drift off Woke up to this beat let that sh** knock She won't give top till my dick's out Clockwork every week and it's like tick tock [Verse 1] I just hit Atlanta I got 2for with me In the co*kpit, I might just take em to Pluto with me If Bruno hit me we might have to f** with Mars And they don't want to hear me sing They told me rap those f**ing bars Well all right Trust I ain't forgot how to do it I been in hibernation trying to f**ing stockpile this music I heard the sh** that y'all been dropping Is monotonous to me You got a mic inside your room, well see that's not how you use it Y'all f**ing s** Keep your distances from me They should've warned you don't be f**ing with that kid from Kentucky I know some hipsters in my city, won't admit that they love me Cause back when they were my age They wasn't sh** expect ugly [Bridge] Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone Standing here thinking how we gonna blow She got the manicured fingers with the bu*t that go With her jeans, fitted, yeah she covered in Atlanta snow And as for me, I'm just a young one Walking, talking [?] I'm been trying to find the next step To make my best friends rich And you been sitting round wondering if the blunt is rolled [Verse 2] Y'all come and go with them 20-minute dreams Blown away by a coincidence I wonder what it means Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read Like the universe gon have my back in 2017 You ain't bout sh** Feeling like I'm Reggie Miller down six Doing ninety looking out for undercover Crown Vics Flying out the city paying zero dollars round trip Saw her take a picture of me told her take it down quick b**h I'm from the Lou And they know me when they see me Ever since I was in school I should shout out to my father Know they peep me handle business All you really gotta know is I get it from that dude Shooting from the Nazareth We shooting for that platinum hit It's Jack from out the Highlands Going stupid on these tracks again I'm moving with a pack of kids and supervising acid trips Rappers getting worse I think they using too much adjectives It's cool though I'm just a guest inside the house Of a culture that ain't mine And I'm just blessed to be around These kids be talking bout what's trash Man I swear that y'all got some nerve How you gon be most opinionated from the suburbs I hope they bump this sh** on Bardstown With the windows down Riding round while the stars out In the garden now, this the wrong tree to bark down Finally snapping on these hoes and I don't need no hard count Damn