Gas
Kelmo did everything ya dig
Haha, yeah, yeah
I'm a catch my vibe
Woke up in the morning about 5:15
Hopped up at the bed and thank God for this green
I gotta seize the day so yoga class I'm on my way
I'm bout to stretch it to Nirvana give a damn about what you say
Aye, this is my life you can sleep when you die
But trust me when I tell you pimpin' time really flies
You can look me in my eyes and see a dreamer still alive
So when I get off this 9 to 5
I put in another 6 to 9
I barely close my eyes
But when I do, I'm meditating
I'm hardly in the kitchen, but I'm always cooking up some flavors
Beatin' up the walls of the neighbors
Like I was serving them papers
Know folks that hated
I can't wait to see their face when I make it
I got no taste for basic
No space or place for complacency
when it come to me placing these bars on top of my beats
I'm off the top like a freak
I'm on they top like a peak
I'm on your wig if you squeak
I swear it ain't nothin' sweet
But my delivery fee
You better get it while it's cheap
'Cuz the price going up in bout a week
I'm a young Kanye and a young D.R.E.
Both Doc and Dre meets Muhammad Ali
I beat up the beat like a bully
Cut up the beef like a butcher
Your man's a punk Ashton Kutcher
Whole lotta dead men in my denim
Whole Lotta meds been in my system
Whole lotta bad women in my bed
Whole lotta bread been in my britches
I ain't going broke
Ima get more instead
Ima get the bros ahead
Ima run it up like on your mark, get set
Ima run it up like a Nike check
Ima run it up tell them pay my respect
Runnin' to the bank like a running back
Run up the stairs to the private jet
Runnin' your mouth will get you whacked
I run it up but my pockets fat
I run it up like I'm on a track
She runnin' when I hit it from the back
She runnin' from me like a boomerang
I don't get sad because she always coming back
I run the game like a windows or a Mac
I'm running up 100 racks off of raps
I'm never running with a rat for the scraps
I'm running with the gang put the city on the map
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (this uhh)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (premium)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (hundred twenty five dollar three five)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas (this real gas)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (ya dig)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas,
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas,
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas
Haha, yeah, yeah
I'm a catch my vibe
Woke up in the morning about 5:15
Hopped up at the bed and thank God for this green
I gotta seize the day so yoga class I'm on my way
I'm bout to stretch it to Nirvana give a damn about what you say
Aye, this is my life you can sleep when you die
But trust me when I tell you pimpin' time really flies
You can look me in my eyes and see a dreamer still alive
So when I get off this 9 to 5
I put in another 6 to 9
I barely close my eyes
But when I do, I'm meditating
I'm hardly in the kitchen, but I'm always cooking up some flavors
Beatin' up the walls of the neighbors
Like I was serving them papers
Know folks that hated
I can't wait to see their face when I make it
I got no taste for basic
No space or place for complacency
when it come to me placing these bars on top of my beats
I'm off the top like a freak
I'm on they top like a peak
I'm on your wig if you squeak
I swear it ain't nothin' sweet
But my delivery fee
You better get it while it's cheap
'Cuz the price going up in bout a week
I'm a young Kanye and a young D.R.E.
Both Doc and Dre meets Muhammad Ali
I beat up the beat like a bully
Cut up the beef like a butcher
Your man's a punk Ashton Kutcher
Whole lotta dead men in my denim
Whole Lotta meds been in my system
Whole lotta bad women in my bed
Whole lotta bread been in my britches
I ain't going broke
Ima get more instead
Ima get the bros ahead
Ima run it up like on your mark, get set
Ima run it up like a Nike check
Ima run it up tell them pay my respect
Runnin' to the bank like a running back
Run up the stairs to the private jet
Runnin' your mouth will get you whacked
I run it up but my pockets fat
I run it up like I'm on a track
She runnin' when I hit it from the back
She runnin' from me like a boomerang
I don't get sad because she always coming back
I run the game like a windows or a Mac
I'm running up 100 racks off of raps
I'm never running with a rat for the scraps
I'm running with the gang put the city on the map
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (this uhh)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (premium)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (hundred twenty five dollar three five)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas (this real gas)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas, (ya dig)
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas,
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas,
This gas, this gas, this gas, this gas
Credits
Writer(s): Kelcey Walker
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