Glover
(Mhm) (Hey)
Yeah, let's do it
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
And I want my money back
You better watch where you step in
I feel like Danny Glover stepping out with my lethal weapon
I'm always cocking back, they tell me I'm too insensitive
Talk my shit like a reverend, oh my god the people saying
Jesus coming back, they say my brothers in prison
Say I'm popping prescriptions, evidently that's all a lie
They say that boy getting wicked
Better hope there's nothing to hide
My intuition is pimping
You know I'm down for the ride
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
But I sound pathetic, cause I could forget it
Guess they just didn't know who did the visuals
And ask about all of the edits
But I've been so busy with so many videos
It's been a minute so I haven't said it
I know the city know they're on their tippy toes
Tryna catch up with me and my rhetoric like man,
I don't think I get respected
I feel like Donald Glover
I write, I film it, direct it
Ain't nobody want another
No wonder I don't get the credit
Why you think we call each other the best
In the city neglected baby
Fuck the Beatles, we pistol popping to Motley Crue
Yeah, Taking Justin Bieber
And mixing pop with Tupac and Flume
Rockstar
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Yeah, let's do it
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
And I want my money back
You better watch where you step in
I feel like Danny Glover stepping out with my lethal weapon
I'm always cocking back, they tell me I'm too insensitive
Talk my shit like a reverend, oh my god the people saying
Jesus coming back, they say my brothers in prison
Say I'm popping prescriptions, evidently that's all a lie
They say that boy getting wicked
Better hope there's nothing to hide
My intuition is pimping
You know I'm down for the ride
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
But I sound pathetic, cause I could forget it
Guess they just didn't know who did the visuals
And ask about all of the edits
But I've been so busy with so many videos
It's been a minute so I haven't said it
I know the city know they're on their tippy toes
Tryna catch up with me and my rhetoric like man,
I don't think I get respected
I feel like Donald Glover
I write, I film it, direct it
Ain't nobody want another
No wonder I don't get the credit
Why you think we call each other the best
In the city neglected baby
Fuck the Beatles, we pistol popping to Motley Crue
Yeah, Taking Justin Bieber
And mixing pop with Tupac and Flume
Rockstar
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
Ooh, Ooh
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Writer(s): Taylor Cleveland
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