[Intro]
Ayo, Jerm
I think we got 'em here, man
Most Dope. Pittsburgh, what's good?
[Chorus]
All my peoples, all of my peoples
Everything's a-okay (It's all good)
Hey, we've been waitin' way too long
So tell the DJ he can play my song (Put it on)
All my peoples, all of my peoples
Everything's a-okay (It's all good, baby)
Hey, we've been waitin' way too long
So tell the DJ he can play my song (Put it on)
[Verse 1]
Hey, I kind of feel like I deserve this
Butterflies all up in my stomach like a first kiss
Just a wordsmith usin' poetry and more
But distracted by these girls who want their Juicy Couture
Yeah, this life is all about material things
I got kids tricks, bitch, I'm the cereal king
And everything better if you relax and chill
So my seat back for weed naps, we need that for real
I took my heart, put it all out on a CD
You now rockin' with the bee's knees
I'm the, the cat's pajamas, the coolest of the cool
The kid that got 'em gassed, tappin', usin' up they fuel
When they first heard him spit, didn't think that it would be shit
M-O-S-T to the D-O-P-E kids
See you effin' H's, now you hangin' with a G, bitch
I want money, but they say I need Jesus
Ayo, Jerm
I think we got 'em here, man
Most Dope. Pittsburgh, what's good?
[Chorus]
All my peoples, all of my peoples
Everything's a-okay (It's all good)
Hey, we've been waitin' way too long
So tell the DJ he can play my song (Put it on)
All my peoples, all of my peoples
Everything's a-okay (It's all good, baby)
Hey, we've been waitin' way too long
So tell the DJ he can play my song (Put it on)
[Verse 1]
Hey, I kind of feel like I deserve this
Butterflies all up in my stomach like a first kiss
Just a wordsmith usin' poetry and more
But distracted by these girls who want their Juicy Couture
Yeah, this life is all about material things
I got kids tricks, bitch, I'm the cereal king
And everything better if you relax and chill
So my seat back for weed naps, we need that for real
I took my heart, put it all out on a CD
You now rockin' with the bee's knees
I'm the, the cat's pajamas, the coolest of the cool
The kid that got 'em gassed, tappin', usin' up they fuel
When they first heard him spit, didn't think that it would be shit
M-O-S-T to the D-O-P-E kids
See you effin' H's, now you hangin' with a G, bitch
I want money, but they say I need Jesus
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