[Chorus: SiR]
If I slip, I slide, I don't trip, I glide
When I dip, I dive, when I dive, I dive deep
In the middle of her ocean, you know where to find me
When it's poetry in motion, she don't ever mind me
If I slip, I slide, I don't trip, I glide
When I dip, I dive, when I dive, I dive deep
In the middle of her ocean, you know where to find me
When it's poetry in motion, she don't ever mind me
[Verse 1: SiR]
I'm a mac, lil' baby, know it's a fact
Los Angeles in my lap, got rеlli's still in the trap
I barely be spittin' bars, got niggas thinkin' I rap
I'm hangin' out with thе stars, still can't relax
Even in these foreign cars, I'm rollin' 'round with the strap
When I hit, I hit it hard, permission to make it clap
I need a round of applause, but that I might settle for dap
Had to break a couple laws, put my city on the map, uh-huh
You think you beat the pussy up but you didn't make her cum
Even if you made her cum, she ain't ever comin' back
Playa like you couldn't call it, it's just somethin' that you lack
Michael Jack', got Billie Jean talkin' bad behind your back
[Pre-Chorus: SiR & Anderson .Paak, Anderson .Paak]
She can roll with me, it's her lucky day
Got a pound of tree, and a gang of yay
We at Saks, blendin' in and spendin' racks
Representin' is a trend, I don't see no end to that
Where you at?
If I slip, I slide, I don't trip, I glide
When I dip, I dive, when I dive, I dive deep
In the middle of her ocean, you know where to find me
When it's poetry in motion, she don't ever mind me
If I slip, I slide, I don't trip, I glide
When I dip, I dive, when I dive, I dive deep
In the middle of her ocean, you know where to find me
When it's poetry in motion, she don't ever mind me
[Verse 1: SiR]
I'm a mac, lil' baby, know it's a fact
Los Angeles in my lap, got rеlli's still in the trap
I barely be spittin' bars, got niggas thinkin' I rap
I'm hangin' out with thе stars, still can't relax
Even in these foreign cars, I'm rollin' 'round with the strap
When I hit, I hit it hard, permission to make it clap
I need a round of applause, but that I might settle for dap
Had to break a couple laws, put my city on the map, uh-huh
You think you beat the pussy up but you didn't make her cum
Even if you made her cum, she ain't ever comin' back
Playa like you couldn't call it, it's just somethin' that you lack
Michael Jack', got Billie Jean talkin' bad behind your back
[Pre-Chorus: SiR & Anderson .Paak, Anderson .Paak]
She can roll with me, it's her lucky day
Got a pound of tree, and a gang of yay
We at Saks, blendin' in and spendin' racks
Representin' is a trend, I don't see no end to that
Where you at?
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