Backwards Skaters Only

It's a lot
On my mind
But I fix it
Er'time

It's a lot
On my mind
But I fix it
Just in time

Ay, Lotta Guess
On my chest
I've been blessed, yes
Had to invest
In keepin it fresh
I like to impress ahh
Chill with the sauce they ain't need all that
I need the sauce with my wings all flats
She want me hop to my knees off bat
But I like hoppin out Jeeps all black
Khakis and Sperrys out in Grand Prairie pull up on Jerry light
Ate, at Ben and Jerry's twice
Neck, like Ben and Jerry's, ice
Never compare me too legendary I feel like Jerry Rice
Don't fuck with Jerry Jones
Bish I'ma kneel right here in my home
Fuck is you on
That goes for all of you bustas at home
All of you birds and fleas
Burning yo ass to the 3rd degree
Turning our block to a murder scene
Takin our life like a burglary
Treatin my niggas like Germany
Like back in 1933, tuh

Tryna collect... look
That handout shit is keeping you niggas in debt
All of my niggas full tilt, staying on deck
Pep talk to the team we ain't looking back, ain't looking back
Get lost without an atlas, we on the map
Talking all facts
Take a walk to the back
See where we at
Come see where we cook
They about a facade, it ain't how it looks

Gimme the loot
I'm in the booth
I'm out the boof
Making the news
I'm absolute
Doing the fool
Give em the blues
Give em the blues

I'm gonna sell
You're gonna buy
Chasing the thrill
Gettin you high
Catchin a vibe
I'll get u right tonight
I got whatever you like

Gimme the loot
I'm in the booth
I'm out the boof
Making the news
I'm absolute
Doing the fool
Give em the blues
Give em the blues

I'm gonna sell
You're gonna buy
Chasing the thrill
Gettin you high
Catchin a vibe
I'll get you right tonight
I got whatever you like

First black man that I saw walk on the moon was Mike Jack
I'm powering up with this life pack
I'm telling that bitch I'll be right back
I'm telling the truth but you lie back
I'm steering clear of making contact
I'ma make it clear as a contact
Thought you had the bag but it's a dye pack
My real life should be in IMAX
I'ma make change like getting 5 back
If money is the conversation then, you won't ever catch me making side chats
Speak your mind they don't like that
Peace of mind I just copped that
Cost a grip but I got that
Might fuck around grow my locs back
Look, gathered here for the love of the game like the ESPYs
It's primetime for the real players y'all been balling in the rec league
When you talk don't talk indirectly
I been on my own wave with a jet ski
Skating like Gretzky
That bag getting hefty
Ain't shit they can tell me
I'm covered in accolades, just like a letterman
Never the one you should bet against
All for the family, all for the set and nem
Let it set in like a sedative
I'm in your neighborhood peddling
Might get me a home and just settle in
Get my respect like a veteran

Gimme the loot
I'm in the booth
I'm out the boof
Making the news
I'm absolute (I need it all)
Doing the fool
Give em the blues (I want it all)
Give em the blues

I'm gonna sell (I'm gonna sell yea)
You're gonna buy
Chasing the thrill (I'm gonna buy yea)
Gettin you high
Catchin a vibe
I'll get you right tonight (Get you right yea)
I got whatever you like (I'll get whatever you like)

Gimme the loot
I'm in the booth
I'm out the boof (Tryna collect)
Making the news
I'm absolute
Doing the fool (That hand out shit is keeping you niggas in debt)
Give em the blues
Give em the blues

I'm gonna sell
You're gonna buy
Chasing the thrill
Gettin you high
Catchin a vibe
I'll get u right tonight
I got whatever you like

Ah man you already know what it is dog
Young Gregg Popovich in the house... again
In my Hawaiian shirt, feel me
Rose quartz on my neck
Dawg I just like talkin that talk man if I want to
'Cause I can walk that walk you know what I'm sayin?
Skating all over this bish you know what I'm saying? Front and backwards
Backwards Skaters Only
Couple skaters only you know young Kristi Yamaguchi out here
Ah my goodness
Stop him somebody stop this guy

Ride it she gon' crash (Yes)
Ride it for my racks (Yes)
Once I get the bag (Yes)
Throw it on your head (Ooo)
When I get the chips (Ooo)
Run it down your? (Oh)
Don't try chase my shit (Oh)
Call it like a blitz (Yea yea)



Credits
Writer(s): Tevyn Jenkins
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