[Verse: Anderson .Paak, Justin Credible & DJ SourMilk]
You never know 'til you finally go there
Momma told me dream big like my fo'head
My wig pushed back, ten racks to get repaired
Well I guess I'm fuckin' bitches in knitted caps again
Skipped the baggage claim, went straight to Rodeo
Fashion Week in Paris, never left the hotel
Braggin' on my swag, I rather let these hoes tell
And they wonder when I'll stop it, your guess is good as mine, man
Drip on faucet like I came from the Oscars
Tell Chris Stampd I need more winter time options
I came in and got love from the authors
You came in and got hit with foreign objects
Brick and wool on my noggin but I remember the time when
Back when ain't nobody love us, back when everybody fronted
We was prayin' for some bad weather, keep our pockets flooded
This is way before the hurricane but we could see it comin'
How much for a brick if I flip? Lately I been wonderin'
Go to hell or get a job? Fuck you niggas buggin'
I was meant to beat the odds, somethin' out of nothin'
You afraid to take a loss, I lost my older brother
Sister, father, auntie, cousin, I got nothin' left but y'all
Hockin' rubies from the jaw it's just another jewel bitch
Now I got the sauce, okay now I got the juice, hey, hey
I repped the 'Nard, even when you never knew it
My first release party, twelve niggas came through it
First I got a lawyer, moved momma to Georgia
Copped my sis a Honda, talk about spoiled
If I can't get radio I'm snatchin' up the products
Apple, Google, Amazon, Spoti-
Shouts out to Justin, shouts out to Sour
If I go commercial they gon' run me every hour (Every hour)
Okay, you gon' run me every hour? (Every hour)
Okay, you gon' run me every hour? (Facts)
First I had my heart broke, then I had my heart meant
Then I had a heart to heart with my conscious
Rest in peace to Mac, wish you was alive still
And if we get to meet I'ma roll you up some ganja
I'ma roll you up some ganja
I 'preciate it man, look
That XXL freestyle was kinda ass
So I couldn't hit the Leakers without spittin' straight gas
And I'm on a warpath and I brought my team back
Shout out to Aftermath, 12 Tone and Free Nash
You never know 'til you finally go there
Momma told me dream big like my fo'head
My wig pushed back, ten racks to get repaired
Well I guess I'm fuckin' bitches in knitted caps again
Skipped the baggage claim, went straight to Rodeo
Fashion Week in Paris, never left the hotel
Braggin' on my swag, I rather let these hoes tell
And they wonder when I'll stop it, your guess is good as mine, man
Drip on faucet like I came from the Oscars
Tell Chris Stampd I need more winter time options
I came in and got love from the authors
You came in and got hit with foreign objects
Brick and wool on my noggin but I remember the time when
Back when ain't nobody love us, back when everybody fronted
We was prayin' for some bad weather, keep our pockets flooded
This is way before the hurricane but we could see it comin'
How much for a brick if I flip? Lately I been wonderin'
Go to hell or get a job? Fuck you niggas buggin'
I was meant to beat the odds, somethin' out of nothin'
You afraid to take a loss, I lost my older brother
Sister, father, auntie, cousin, I got nothin' left but y'all
Hockin' rubies from the jaw it's just another jewel bitch
Now I got the sauce, okay now I got the juice, hey, hey
I repped the 'Nard, even when you never knew it
My first release party, twelve niggas came through it
First I got a lawyer, moved momma to Georgia
Copped my sis a Honda, talk about spoiled
If I can't get radio I'm snatchin' up the products
Apple, Google, Amazon, Spoti-
Shouts out to Justin, shouts out to Sour
If I go commercial they gon' run me every hour (Every hour)
Okay, you gon' run me every hour? (Every hour)
Okay, you gon' run me every hour? (Facts)
First I had my heart broke, then I had my heart meant
Then I had a heart to heart with my conscious
Rest in peace to Mac, wish you was alive still
And if we get to meet I'ma roll you up some ganja
I'ma roll you up some ganja
I 'preciate it man, look
That XXL freestyle was kinda ass
So I couldn't hit the Leakers without spittin' straight gas
And I'm on a warpath and I brought my team back
Shout out to Aftermath, 12 Tone and Free Nash
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