Layover in Houston
Funny how its cool dont panic is trending
Cause we was screaming cool before Floyd started contending
Everybody panic as a result of the new pandemic
But when its over I see the future of record spinning
They'll sing mask off
To celebrate death to faces you make from bad coughs
If twenty twenty was alcohol it be mad dog
But I still toast to being wrist deep in my bag dog
I don't mean to brag at all
But when you turn nothin to something
Its overwhelming to shelter from all the hate they come with
See where Im from success and wealth make them come wit the dumb shit
Them niggas jack yo land turn bak around and smash yo pumpkin
Whew
But they dont get it they calling franchize the ticket
Like they forgot to click it Im making them all a witness
They speak on me from a distance I walk in and I hear crickets
Now they all wanna kick it like Jordan olympic sixes
I'm on they heads that beijing
Narcoleptic inception I still appear while they daydream
Give me a show they wave scream
And shouting colors like the officials do for away teams
So proactive like face cream
I rocket wit my space team
The coolest crue ever to live
Send us the check or the bill
See me and I know you spot my dawgs Cruella Deville
They never tell us to chill
Cause thats in our rhetoric
Overstepping competitors still
Dripping Im dressing to kill
Sat at the table made San Diego my second throne
Last year a nigga drove thirty hours to el cajon
Spent every dime I had on packs hoping it put me on
Came back ecstatic but the package never made it home
That was my biggest loss but that made me a bigger boss
Figured Id end up like ricky ross since I paid the cost
Now I sip voss in a double cup in designer cloths
And tell my brothers order whatever well make it back tomorrow
Here for the long haul I bet I'm still here when its over
Dm blue check instagrammers knowing theyll never open
I just need receipts that I wrote them cause when the doors reopen
I'm giving shoulders cold as polars in snow with coca colas
I'm on a high its like I'm never sober
Know theres a god cause im the guy whos blessings runneth over
I can feel it coming closer
Continue holding boulders
I won't dip til I'm done with every chip on my fucking shoulder
Cause we was screaming cool before Floyd started contending
Everybody panic as a result of the new pandemic
But when its over I see the future of record spinning
They'll sing mask off
To celebrate death to faces you make from bad coughs
If twenty twenty was alcohol it be mad dog
But I still toast to being wrist deep in my bag dog
I don't mean to brag at all
But when you turn nothin to something
Its overwhelming to shelter from all the hate they come with
See where Im from success and wealth make them come wit the dumb shit
Them niggas jack yo land turn bak around and smash yo pumpkin
Whew
But they dont get it they calling franchize the ticket
Like they forgot to click it Im making them all a witness
They speak on me from a distance I walk in and I hear crickets
Now they all wanna kick it like Jordan olympic sixes
I'm on they heads that beijing
Narcoleptic inception I still appear while they daydream
Give me a show they wave scream
And shouting colors like the officials do for away teams
So proactive like face cream
I rocket wit my space team
The coolest crue ever to live
Send us the check or the bill
See me and I know you spot my dawgs Cruella Deville
They never tell us to chill
Cause thats in our rhetoric
Overstepping competitors still
Dripping Im dressing to kill
Sat at the table made San Diego my second throne
Last year a nigga drove thirty hours to el cajon
Spent every dime I had on packs hoping it put me on
Came back ecstatic but the package never made it home
That was my biggest loss but that made me a bigger boss
Figured Id end up like ricky ross since I paid the cost
Now I sip voss in a double cup in designer cloths
And tell my brothers order whatever well make it back tomorrow
Here for the long haul I bet I'm still here when its over
Dm blue check instagrammers knowing theyll never open
I just need receipts that I wrote them cause when the doors reopen
I'm giving shoulders cold as polars in snow with coca colas
I'm on a high its like I'm never sober
Know theres a god cause im the guy whos blessings runneth over
I can feel it coming closer
Continue holding boulders
I won't dip til I'm done with every chip on my fucking shoulder
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Writer(s): Marshun Mcgee
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