[Chorus]
I'm tryna burn this bitch down, I ain't tryna break in
Fuck your opinion 'bout us, to me don't mean nathan
I brought the wave, brought the rain, brought the lake in
Eyes on the cake and yours is for the takin', wait man
Puffin' Michael Jordan, catch a lot of air
Shuttin' down your city, then we outta there
Everyone can get it like Obamacare
Keep it buddy, they don't want no problems here
[Verse 1]
Bucket over earlobes, headache under headdress
Grindin' like I'm soon dyin', 'til I'm laid up bed rest
It's Quelle Chris all day shit, I don't need no playlist
Handsome, black, and headstrong, you nervous 'til your nails gone
Step out daddy long legs, Cab Calloway stride
Make a rapper freeze up like I was Zack in Bayside
I be knuckle down, ape, and 'bout my business, back straight
I was never weirdo, they just had to acclimate
Please, they grip the draws like Coppertone dogs
But ain't got shit to say like back when Poppa Doc lost
More reach than Doctor Ock's arms
Crazy, try to play me, you better call Saul
Train of thought on track, R and R my R&R
Floatin' through the fog, off more drugs than a DeBarge
Don't think it wasn't when it was, he's no mirage
This what's happening, it's Rerun, Dwayne, and Raj
I'm tryna burn this bitch down, I ain't tryna break in
Fuck your opinion 'bout us, to me don't mean nathan
I brought the wave, brought the rain, brought the lake in
Eyes on the cake and yours is for the takin', wait man
Puffin' Michael Jordan, catch a lot of air
Shuttin' down your city, then we outta there
Everyone can get it like Obamacare
Keep it buddy, they don't want no problems here
[Verse 1]
Bucket over earlobes, headache under headdress
Grindin' like I'm soon dyin', 'til I'm laid up bed rest
It's Quelle Chris all day shit, I don't need no playlist
Handsome, black, and headstrong, you nervous 'til your nails gone
Step out daddy long legs, Cab Calloway stride
Make a rapper freeze up like I was Zack in Bayside
I be knuckle down, ape, and 'bout my business, back straight
I was never weirdo, they just had to acclimate
Please, they grip the draws like Coppertone dogs
But ain't got shit to say like back when Poppa Doc lost
More reach than Doctor Ock's arms
Crazy, try to play me, you better call Saul
Train of thought on track, R and R my R&R
Floatin' through the fog, off more drugs than a DeBarge
Don't think it wasn't when it was, he's no mirage
This what's happening, it's Rerun, Dwayne, and Raj
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