[Intro: Vodka]
Uh, uh, Can you feel it coming? What the babies gon' do?
[Verse 1: Vodka]
Can you feel it coming? Cuz I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins
The time is golden. They compare it to silence, O.G. shit
Get spoke of in private, and you can just be ridin'
And the next minute you drivin' and saving private Ryan
From his hard times survivin' and you gon'
If you don't learn scuba diving, the flow deep
Like on the beach wit the horizon
But they don't let you eat, they wired like Verizon
And it ain't surprising, they singin' like Ronald Isley
But they (?), I'm Fonzie, and these ain't the happy days
I'm raunchy and rowdy, prayin' for them better days; humbled
But karma ain't tryna hear that it was yesterday, when I fumbled
They stuttered and mumbled, I stood on my two
Adapted to the struggle, I waited my turn
Wrested wit the devil, graveyard shift
Hit the tombstone wit the shovel
Rule number 1: only God can judge you
No nigga above you, no bitch either, except for your mother
She the only one that believe in you, prolly only your grandmother
Who said it was easy? Prolly (?)
Ha, cuz it looked like it when I did it
Now what the babies gon' do?
You tell me what the babies gon' do
Uh, uh, Can you feel it coming? What the babies gon' do?
[Verse 1: Vodka]
Can you feel it coming? Cuz I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins
The time is golden. They compare it to silence, O.G. shit
Get spoke of in private, and you can just be ridin'
And the next minute you drivin' and saving private Ryan
From his hard times survivin' and you gon'
If you don't learn scuba diving, the flow deep
Like on the beach wit the horizon
But they don't let you eat, they wired like Verizon
And it ain't surprising, they singin' like Ronald Isley
But they (?), I'm Fonzie, and these ain't the happy days
I'm raunchy and rowdy, prayin' for them better days; humbled
But karma ain't tryna hear that it was yesterday, when I fumbled
They stuttered and mumbled, I stood on my two
Adapted to the struggle, I waited my turn
Wrested wit the devil, graveyard shift
Hit the tombstone wit the shovel
Rule number 1: only God can judge you
No nigga above you, no bitch either, except for your mother
She the only one that believe in you, prolly only your grandmother
Who said it was easy? Prolly (?)
Ha, cuz it looked like it when I did it
Now what the babies gon' do?
You tell me what the babies gon' do
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