Even Steven

What's popping putts dropping
It's my Day off man I'm golfing
Dew sweeping new shoes squeaking
I'm Thinking 36 this weekend
Rarely miss a fairway I'm a diamond in the rough
Even Steven MC does not stand for missed cut
Slow play in front, is getting me annoyed
I see more greens than chicks who text me with an android

Eating up the front nine, is it time for lunch yet
Put it on the back foot, when I hit a punch shot
Gotta keep it low, so I trap trap trap
Landed in the bunker, sand trap trap trap

With a fried egg, I'm about to splash it out
Like the hands in my rap crowd, i get it up and down.
Short par four, ima meet you on the dance floor
...ugh...
Drop down get your eagle on.

Nice little wedge won't you back that thang up
Five yard fade, play a Lil Butter cut
Closest to the pin, my initials KP
Landed softly on the green, butterfly with sore feet

Call me even Steven, cuz I birdie eighteen
Like my boy JT, keep the scorecard clean
Never in the ruff my white kicks stay clean man
Play the baby fade every time same thing and
They Call me even Steven, never do I three wack
Anytime I bogey then a birdie brings me right back
Always Stick the finish, then hit em with a Club twirl
Fake rubber rattlesnake to scare the beer cart girl

I be Playing from the tips, juuuust the tips
Tee it high let it fly, lick the stamp and send it
When its breezy swing easy, to minimize the spin
Practice putting on viagra, Never up never in

Greens get slick when the grass starts to glisten
You can talk to a fade but a hook won't listen
When I hit driver it sounds like a shotty blast
Never Wear a white belt, That's for rookies in karate class

Playing private courses (yeah I pulled some strings man)
Spinning wedges off the green (yeah I pulled the string man)
Never do I have an extra ball in my pocket
Do you expect to hit a Hozel rocket?

Even Steven scratch, don't get no pops
Score card full of Circles looking like the chicken pox
Make pars, spit bars, caddy yells "that's a dandy"
On Sunday I worship the church of St. Andrews.

Call me even Steven, cuz I birdie eighteen
Like my boy Will Z, keep the scorecard clean
Never in the ruff my white kicks stay clean man
Play the baby fade every time same thing man
Even Steven homie. Remember the name
Golfing is for G's
Put some respect on the game
I'm hitting the links, i'm sipping the drinks, i'm living the dream often
My phone is off, i'm dodging your calls, I'm out of the office... golfing

On 18 before the last putt drop
I already had on my Flip flops.
Early walk Kevin Na give a little shit talk
Pay me my bets brah, I hit 'em with a Crip walk

Hat off, shake hands, tell 'em that I had fun
Tesla pulled itself up to the bag drop
Time to settle up, I know I won the match
Front back overall, and I took the press

Thursday just don't shoot your self out of the game
Friday get your name on the first page
Saturday pack up the boxes cuz it's moving day
Sunday night I bought new house on magnolia lane.

I got a new set of mizunos I was, Gonna sell the old
But I keep them in my locker so my wifey doesn't know
Sees it clubs in the garage whenever she comes home
She Thinks I'm still at work but I'm on the 15th hole.

I can hit the flop
I can make it land soft
I can drive in low
(Skirt skirt)
Two hop and stop
I tell my putts to drop
It listens when I talk
My pro V one Checks up and moon walks

I can hit the flop
I can make it land soft
I can drive in low
(Skirt skirt)
Two hop and drop

Tell my putt to drop
It listens when I talk
My pro V1 Checks up and moon walks

Negativity cant penetrate my mind state
Uhhh
So my golf ball flies straight
Yuhh
Trunk slamming, wrinkle neck, bogey shooting pessimists,
Throwing clubs, getting huffy puffy about the putts they miss.

(First) Need to get ya mind right, (Second) need to practice
Get ya game tight, with a coach like George gankas (sup G?)
I'm a scrambling man every round I chip in
I be throwing darts every putts a kick in

Match is all square
But No squares on the scorecard
Dad tells friends his son hits the ball so far
Sawed off follow through keep it low for me
If I tie I win, cuz I got you dormie homie

Stinger in the wind, making love to the bugs
Ball flight so low, it hit a midget in the nuts (ouch)
There's no way my lob wedge was only 60 degrees
Cuz it was scorching hot today I made 8 birdies

Call me even Steven, cuz I birdie 18
Like my boy Rory, keep the scorecard clean
Never in the ruff my white kicks stay clean man
Play the baby fade every time same thing man

Golf and hip hop, yo That is my world
Hit so many greens I could make a bear say GIR
Ok, that last line was a little cheesy
I be dressing nice for golf... but keep it a little steezy