Practice (feat. Saint Loso)

(Camaran, can you say hi?)
(Hello)

Yeah
Let's go, let's go
Yeah, woah
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Woah

She moving she outta control (Yeah)
Double cup the Sprite and I'm out for the night
And the fit giving what it's suppose to (It is)
My aura gon' shine, watch it glow (It is)
Keep me a heater 'cause niggas be cold or I'm a be toast
The gap between us is not close
She in her feelings because of a post (Lame)
LOL, I do not want her
You can have it (Here)
Sing to that ho, Lenny Kravitz
Then, I go bust her down like a Patek (Flooded)
Get up every week and get that money through the Sabbath
Come in my way and it's static (Smoke)
She be like "Camaran, what make you so perfect?"
Practice

I step on the floor, tryna ball
Feeling crossed up from that smoke and that alcohol
Leaning, my back on the wall
In her mind, tryna get in her jaws
I'm just being honest shawty, I swear you the finest thing I then seen (Ok, ok)
Thinking 'bout diving in deep like a lil' submarine
She playing games but, I ain't boutta go
Shawty must think I'm a child
Only time that I play, when I play with that dough
The chosen one, they picked me out like a fro, let's go
Getting what's mine, that's fasho
I throw the lob, I ain't worried 'bout that ho
Chatting like you want the smoke
Ain't scared of nothing, yo' ass ain't a crow

Baby got desperate and turned to a thot
I'm everything that nigga not
Yeah, you was cold but, I showed you what's hot
And how to go run up the knots
Now, you tryna make the lil' nigga me
Niggas taking drip, I'm charging a fee
Every time one of my brothers leave I tell 'em stay dangerous, armed to the tee

She moving she outta control (Yeah)
Double cup the Sprite and I'm out for the night
And the fit giving what it's suppose to (It is)
My aura gon' shine, watch it glow (It is)
Keep me a heater 'cause niggas be cold or I'm a be toast
The gap between us is not close
She in her feelings because of a post (Lame)
LOL, I do not want her
You can have it (Here)
Sing to that ho, Lenny Kravitz
Then, I go bust her down like a Patek (Flooded)
Get up every week and get that money through the Sabbath
Come in my way and it's static (Smoke)
She be like "Camaran, what make you so perfect?"
Practice

Only time I feel alive is when I'm fighting sleep
That's why I'm on weed and lean
Replenish my soul, put it back in reach, it's sad
Tris running through these streets
Winter outside so, I'm dressed in fleece
She bad, Vivienne Westwood piece
I tell her to leave she being a creep
White boy like my whip, told me that it's radical (Huh, yeah)
I just finished my cup nodding off, driving a manual
Best of both worlds, I really can't snooze, feeling fantastical
Fast cars and pretty girls, what else could one want? (I don't know)
I just wear and do what I like, I swear I'm not tryna flaunt
If we on the highway and I hit the gas, flashers come on for the taunt (Awwww)
She ask for the truth, then asked me why I had to be so blunt (Huh)
Man, like "Who give a fuck?"
Man, like "Who give a fuck?"

She moving she outta control (Yeah)
Double cup the Sprite and I'm out for the night
And the fit giving what it's suppose to (It is)
My aura gon' shine, watch it glow (It is)
Keep me a heater 'cause niggas be cold or I'm a be toast
The gap between us is not close
She in her feelings because of a post (Lame)
LOL, I do not want her
You can have it
Sing to that ho, Lenny Kravitz
Then, I go bust her down like a Patek
Get up every week and get that money through the Sabbath
Come in my way and it's static
She be like "Camaran, what make you so perfect?"
Practice

I mean, listen, we're talking about practice
Not a game! Not a game! Not a game!
We're talking about practice
Not a game!
Not-not-not the game that I go out there and die for
And play every game like it's my last
Not the game, we're talking about practice, man