Notes to Self - Popular Music lyrics

[Verse 1] Real sh**, real sh**, get it while it's hot You ain't got to pay for it, get it when it drops Get up on your game, you can get it on them blogs Get up on your Facebook, and can get it on your wall She got to have a shaker, and she get it from her mom Spaghetti ball ye's and the recipe from mom We getting that pay, yea we getting that bomb Scarface in the club, boy I'm getting that blanc I'mma be where they roll that stuff They grow that stuff in Holland man I'mma need y'all to hold that blunt And roll that up for all the fam For the girl who ride with us, talk with us, taking shots with us And probably have a job at the doctors office, were it not for us Even when it's so cold Shorty go get her clothes off shake it like a snow blow Shotgun, rolling something, sitting in the gold coast Dipping in the gold Rolles, twisted like a Rold's Gold [Hook] f** a rapper, what you tryna' say Sound like every other rapper from around the way f** a rapper, I ain't got the time of day [Verse 2] This is for gat-packers and backpackers If you want to front on that sh**, I guess you a**-backwards I ask after I shoot, I laugh after your group is done rapping Dawg, I'm after the troup Proof in living, are you getting what you're giving I was told you don't need a shotgun to be driven We going or a ride, knuckle up or buckle up Stunt stunt driving, I'm about to double up Bro still smoking, you can call it Double Dutch Got the pot boiling, we about to double up This sh** is done, put a fork in it Oh we about to pop off, put a cork in it If you're gonna whine, I'm a Cracker Barrel Want some cheese with that wine, try this Cracker Barrel People ask me when I rhyme why I'm cavalier It's cause I'm moving to Miami in like half a year [Hook] [Verse 3] 5,000 days of thunder Switching lanes while I cruise in these Days of Summer All 500 like my days are numbered Words are confused, word to Jason Lundin, but it's all mine We down at Utica, locals rolling arugula f** a fendy, got Cubans up in the humidor I ain't smoking, just suited up like a luchador I ain't stuntin', just naked women, and new decor Now we at Syracuse, shorty want to share a room Watching Kira sidewalk, cure herself with a cure of carrot juice This is real, this is rap, this is televised This for Preem, this for Mac, this for Malakai 9, 5, I was Mark Ecko Dropping hard lines, word to Art Deco In a car rental, 2012 in that car Hard acrylic orange net, I feel like Carmelo [Hook]