Southside - Obama lyrics

[Skit] f** you lookin at aye! *guy mumbles* you think I'm f**ing crazy aye! The f**! You know what I'm sayn. Sosa's on the motherf**ing beat now! f**ing with the f**ing I8 driving through the f**ing streets. Just tryna carry my f**ing sh** down the motherf**ing ship! You know what I'm sayn. Don't be f**ing callin your home boys. I'm just one f**ing gangster against all you mother f**ers! Come on! the f** is up? You know what I'm sayn. T up mother f**er! Step ya f**ing game up! [Hook :] Sosa since you got this money, you disappear That how you feel In the muthaf**ing hood, its ain't how you steal its how you k** Now I'm rich b**h, its ain't how you feel its how you live And I'm on some big sh**, It ain't what you was its how you is When i come have your 3D Gla**es in, and have your ears Before my son grow older, ima tell ya hide ya kids I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers flame it up and now your dizzy Hit Obama, told him ima pick him up and he said really? [Verse 1:] On some street sh**, come and get you in a Hemi On some rich sh**, pick you up in a Bentley Im riding stock paint, and my sh** still look like candy All these tools on me, man i look like Handy Manny n***a I'm an astronaut, n***a you's a sandy You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimming That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports I got my own sh**, i don't need no type of source Me and guap, we be kicking it in all types of sorts Hit the louie store, and i buy all types of shorts Dont let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore But meet my muthaf**ing pistol, knock you off the court [Hook :] Sosa since you got this money, you disappear That how you feel In the muthaf**ing hood, its ain't how you steal its how you k** Now I'm rich b**h, its ain't how you feel its how you live And I'm on some big sh**, It ain't what you was its how you is When i come have your 3D Gla**es in, and have your ears Before my son grow older, ima tell ya hide ya kids I smoke doja, you smoke foja flame it up and now your dizzy Hit Obama, told him ima pick him up and he said really? [Verse 2:] On some country sh**, I pick you up in a dump Police in my trunk, what the f** they trying find When they pull me over, they say i smell like a pound I say I'm always going up, I'm never Gloing down Twitter this, Twitter that, I'm going Slim Dunk Pull up on ya block, whats in my gun make ya run This balling sh** be fun, but shooting pistols funner I get the money later, I got shooting pistols hunger And when I'm done sparking, roll up and I forgot Sosa you can't have this snub in the club, I ain't retarded I do everything without giving f**s, I nonchalant it Sosa what the goals you want in life? I want the money Sosa what type of weed you smoke? I want the onions Sosa what type of chips you like? I want the funyuns I'm riding low in cold water or I'm riding around Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it [Hook :] Sosa since you got this money, you disappear That how you feel In the muthaf**ing hood, its ain't how you steal its how you k** Now I'm rich b**h, its ain't how you feel its how you live And I'm on some big sh**, It ain't what you was its how you is When i come have your 3D Gla**es in, and have your ears Before my son grow older, ima tell ya hide ya kids I smoke doja, you smoke foja light it up and now your dizzy Hit Obama, told him ima pick him up and he said really?