Woo

Fresh off the plane, KonnichiwaOnly in the present, I no longer believe in time

I don′t see my family half as much as I see the sky

Knew this shit was comin', I just chose not to read the signs

We never like to get involved in all that crystal ball talk

I see the future, I love all y′all, follow or fall off

Ain't no numbers saved, only shots in my call log

Unconcerned, would hate my mission just to not involve ya

Okay, take me to your leader, I show you he just a Cousin Skeeter

People worship parasites, they just eat up, they believe it

Jeepers creepers, heebie-jeebies, I was just an in-betweener

Hype, my GF let me f- her in Magic Jazz Adidas

Time move on, now we grow, felonies and misdemeanors

Still, with my original niggas, fuck your feature, we don't need ya

Every verse a universe, twist the flow up like Lupita

B-, I′m just a hustler, the nigga version of a diva

Yeah, recenter, realign

Know I gotta take care of mine, when I′m outta my way, yeah

Outta my way

Uh, ooh, yeah

Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon' take me back every time

See, the roots never change, yeah

I won′t ever change

Yeah (Like this, just like this, like this, just like this)

Oh, woo

We gon' break these Legos down for y′all

We gon' crumble these towers

Okay, okay this my favorite part of the night

We gon′ say, we gon' say a person, and when y'all get it y′all come in, alright, here we go

I don′t know what y'all been told

But I gotta get me a rabbit′s toe

And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold

And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro

That wasn't hard at all, was it?

Who got that? Raise your hand if you ain′t got it

Uh-huh, go and get them extra drink or somethin'

Or a, or a b-, or a dance

Alright, here we go, everybody, here we go

I said I don′t know what y'all been told

But I gotta get me a rabbit's toe

And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold

And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro

I said, I don′t know what y′all been told

But I gotta get me a rabbit's toe

And twin shiny fronts, better be real gold

And a airbrushed tee, represent my bro

This off the cap, the Cumberland

N- plottin′, wonderin'

Will Jesus ever come again?

Well man, I hate to achy break it to ya, baby

But they say that man ain′t never have s-

I guess he ain't arrived yet, but I got off on a tangent

Too many coffins to handle, not enough hands on the deck

Too many candlelight vigils, I cry a tear, it ain′t wet

I took some d- that night, I took a north side drive

I called the Buckhead high, since then I never been right

I got some babies in the West End that'll crush your melon

If you ever get to testin' my profession

I know I told a pen, but I ink you up

Chattahoochee stink you up

Rest in peace Omari, every day I still think you up

N- pushin′ twenty, only paper seen is paper cups

Baby, pushin′ forty, cats still out here tryna lay her up

Everybody horny, now let's f- and sleep, then wake on up

Everybody horny, so let′s f- and sleep, then wake on up

Yeah, recenter, realign

Know I gotta take care of mine, when I'm outta my way

Yeah, outta my way

Uh, ooh, yeah

Ooh, let us take a drive, this gon′ take me back every time

See, the roots never change, yeah

I won't ever change, ooh