Oddisee - Propa lyrics

Which ones you talkin' about? Oh them right there? Nah Them zones I made on Nike ID Man this sh**s fresh but you shoulda Seen them ugs on I caught when I was out cappin' I'm serious k**in' 'em with end zones boy Drake real whats up London in the house I'm on the DC sh** Mumble sauce fried rice And that three piece sh** -yeah Brothas out here care about their appearance So they ain't waitin' for them pair of airs to go on clearance -nah Shorty my kicks is crispy I'm the best dressed this side of the Mississippi -yeah Mess with me as ya rise to the top See a brotha stop and oblige we on the block Cause I'm ill with the mic -yeah Real with the mic -yeah Sk**s outta sight I cop a feel on the mic -yeah My crew be the truth -yeah Live up in the booth -yeah Five outta five for the riders in the coops -yeah In their jeeps, too walkers in the streets too My silver spray peps, yeah ridin' on the Z2 n***as I see you keepin ya gears stunnin and shapin up tight When you holla at them young-ins It goes air jumps fresh jeans, yeah I'm propa Mic check one two, I'm a show stoppa Girl don't stress me, I don't want drama Nor a baby mama I just want the crazy dollas Yeah Man just got in from the cold like "Fresh outta what?" Man it's hungry out here like for real for real -yeah Gotta eat sommin', gotta eat somthin' Oddisee Yeah well Check his style you can't kid Cap twist with fresh kicks thesis off my hip Rollin' down the strip fiends beggin' for a hit Chollos in their whips, Skips s**in' on her tit -yup That's how it is, kids stay up on their biz And they won't hesitate to shank a fool fo' their chips -nah Fresh out the corner and alive like them islands Stuck in queens heads on the low from the silence We're here livin' proof -yeah Laundry in the coop -yeah Zippin' through west, a couple crept and some shoes -yeah I stay praisin' Zeus -yeah And that's what I do -yeah I come and go tell her a** fried okra in my soup -yeah [?] You're damn right I'm feelin' good as I should Put my bucket down low, catch these scrubs and end their ships Chest on my piece world wide and staying true Doin' the old thing, on the grind payin' dues It goes air jumps fresh jeans, yeah I'm propa Mic check one two, I'm a show stoppa Girl don't stress me, I don't want drama Nor a baby mama I just want the crazy dollas It goes air jumps fresh jeans, yeah I'm propa Mic check one two, I'm a show stoppa Girl don't stress me, I don't want drama Nor a baby mama I just want the crazy dollas