Schoolboy Q - International Q lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you know it's Mr. International Q, man ScHoolboy on front of that, yeah, Top Dawg Uh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, you know I go there, man Q, G.E.D., yo, uh, look, uh, uh, uh [Verse 1] Well, you know I like to drop, drop Keep them lyrics comin' cause I'm harder than the gravel The proper vision, steady countin', splittin' division Uh-huh, best rapper alive out the squad, make decision I hope you're listenin', where y'all ball? Play my position Uh, always cookin' somethin' like I'm a kitchen And I ain't b**hin', we takin' trips to a land And I think it's called France, here we go, here I am Bonjour, well, I guess I'm on tour sh**, I don't what to say, can I order soufflé? Ha ha, out the next day, Paris to Tokyo like Lupe As soon as we land, the zoo shake Now to Hong Kong, need a cookie with a fortune The way it's (?), I don't think they do abortions Walkin' through the mall, every store look like it's (?) No gang violence, no funerals or coffins and it's cool Performin' in Germany for a school Gangbangin' for real when n***as show me the two Chillin' in rider, we smokin', the (?) bought it Talkin' 'bout Afghan, I ain't f**in' with Laden n***a, please, did a show in Vietnamese Once an Australian endin' up in Belize Everywhere else who went sh**, they wouldn't accept felons Got on a cruise, same while we all sellin' [Hook] Go on, yo, uh, uh, yeah, where we at? Uh, uh, where we at? Yeah, Q, you know, I can switch it up too, man [Verse 2] Now we at the dock and I'm fresh off some a** Waitin' on the Rock who try out from gym cla** Chillin' in the suite, then we write to a beat Then we dap because the deal be hittin' the streets Miami Beach we we headed, 305, with Trick Then we stop at Wayne's, curly fries and chips Back to the top of the West, yep, in the middle State of Illinois, goin' hard like armadillo Post up, big chillin' when I'm out in Texas Never seen so many fresh cars drivin' reckless Seen a little n***a rockin' Hoover on his necklace Crips and Bloods too, ah, sh**, I better exit Up to the North, I'm chillin' out in Seattle Yeah, man, a lot of emcees here want to battle Damn, sh** is not important, a couple hours to Portland Now back home, I'm happy to be alone 51st block, I'm posted up where it's hot Damn, I almost forgot about the cop f**, damn, the cops done raided all of the spots My n***as got knocked, distribute all the Glocks Back to the crib, I'm bakin' my girls bread Happy to be alive, gettin' it how I live On the microphone, now you know I'm the man Piss in a cup for my (?) and do it again [Outro] Yeah, yeah, ha ha, uh, what? What? Yeah, G.E.D Every dollar, Q, ScHoolboy in front of that Top Dawg E-N-T, uh, uh