'98 Baby

Big dawg movin' floor to floor
Yeah, Blasé in the cut with open sores
If it's burn bridges they gon' open doors
They gon' have to learn to fear the overlord
Fuck the folklore, I don't sport couture
If you pussy buddy, I say au revoir
Promise you it's no remorse ay
Gotta keep the army bag on me
Cuz it's war now, need a strap on me
I was poor, down, down bad homie
On the floor, couch and around homies
Forced out, left the pad knowin'
It's for growth now, ain't a bad omen
Just the road now and the path glowin' yeah bitch

Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh
Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh
Callin' me insane, they ain't know that I was made crazy
I been on road, story of a fuckin' 98 baby
Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh
Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh
Shorty got the cheeta heels, imma needa feel ok?
I be really in the field, really in the field ok?

Feel ok?
Tell'em labels cut a deal ok?
Want a mansion in the hills ok?
Large advances in some bills ok?
I ain't gotta hold steel, you gon' hold still if it gets real ok?
Okay!?
I'm just tryna make a mill ok?
I ain't started from the bottom
But I been there, what'chu wanna call it
When you outside, but you steady ballin'
Tippy off the Budweiser, headed off and I don't really
Like you muhfuckas, bitches always wanna test me dog
Y'all done blown me like a whistle to a referee dog, foul
Foul!

Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh ay
Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh
Callin' me insane
They ain't know that I was made crazy
I been on road, story of a fuckin' 98 baby
Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh
Uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh, uh-huh uh
Shorty got the cheeta heels, imma needa feel ok?
I be really in the field, really in the field ok yeah!
Yeah!



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Writer(s): Anthony Tan
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